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 He slammed the door, and went clod, clod, clod,
 * But while in the porch she bides,

He squealed so fierce, 'twas as much as she could
 * To keep from cracking her sides, her sides,
 * To keep from cracking her sides.

He threw a pumpkin over the wall,
 * And melons and apples beside,

So thick in the air that to see them all fall,
 * She laughed, and laughed, till she cried, cried, cried;
 * Jane laughed and laughed till she cried.

Down fell her teardrops a pit-apat-pat,
 * And red as a rose she grew ; —

"Kah! kah," said the dwarf, "is it crying you're at?
 * It's the very worst thing you could do, do, do,
 * It's the very worst thing you could do."

He slipped like a monkey up into a tree,
 * He shook her down cherries like rain;

"See now," says he, cheeping, "a blackbird I be,
 * Laugh, laugh, little Jinnie, again — gain — gain,
 * Laugh, laugh, little Jinnie, again."

Ah me! what a strange, what a gladsome duet
 * From a house in the deeps of a wood!

Such shrill and such harsh voices never met yet