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 OW, Jinnie, my dear, to the dwarf be off,
 * That lives in Barberry Wood,

And fetch me some honey, but be sure you don't laugh, —
 * He hates little girls that are rude, are rude,
 * He hates little girls that are rude."

Jane tapped at the door of the house in the wood,
 * And the dwarf looked over the wall,

He eyed her so queer, 'twas as much as she could
 * To keep from laughing at all, at all,
 * To keep from laughing at all.

His shoes down the passage came clod, clod, clod,
 * And when he opened the door,

He croaked so harsh, 'twas as much as she could
 * To keep from laughing the more, the more,
 * To keep from laughing the more.

As there, with his bushy red beard, he stood,
 * Pricked out to double its size,

He squinted so cross, 'twas as much as she could
 * To keep the tears out of her eyes, her eyes,
 * To keep the tears out of her eyes.