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 ERTIE was first. "I've won the race," he cried; But soon upon his lips the triumph died, And Bertie back in fear to Dennis ran: "Oh Dennis, look! I ran against that man! He shook and rattled so, and wagged his head, And gave me such a fright!" "Pooh!" Dennis said, "He will not hurt! "And then he made a bow:&mdash; Good-bye, old soldier, we must leave you now.

EXT afternoon, while at the Zoo', a little tale they heard Of the elephant that's there, and you shall hear it word for word.