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In stature the Manlet was dwarfish
 * No burly big Blunderbore he:

And he wearily gazed on the crawfish
 * His Wifelet had dressed for his tea.

"Now reach me, sweet Atom, my gunlet,
 * And hurl the old shoelet for luck:

Let me hie to the bank of the runlet, And shoot thee a Duck!"

She has reached him his minikin gunlet:
 * She has hurled the old shoelet for luck:

She is busily baking a bunlet,
 * To welcome him home with his Duck.