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 HY does he still keep ticking?
 * Why does his round white face

Stare at me over the books and ink,
 * And mock at my disgrace?

Why does that thrush call, "Dunce, dunce, dunce!"?
 * Why does that bluebottle buzz?

Why does the sun so silent shine? —
 * And what do I care if it does?