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LITTLE peach in the orchard grew,—

A little peach of emerald hue;

Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,

It grew.

One day, passing that orchard through,

That little peach dawned on the view

Of Johnny Jones and his Sister Sue—

Them two.

Up at that peach a club they threw—

Down from the stem on which it grew

Fell that peach of emerald hue.

Mon Dieu!

John took a bite and Sue a chew,

And then the trouble began to brew,—

Trouble the doctor could n't subdue.

Too true!