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He rubbed onto himself up to his ears, A mouth of redcurrant juice, Then he made a cry like a peacock: "Ouch! I'm bleeding!" His mother Runs up, panting for breath, And the imp bursts into laughter.

One of Jokester's pranks, When he would blow his nose in public, Was to make the noise of a trumpet In a loud, indiscrete manner. He didn't consider, the scoundrel, That his neck was no longer holding well. One day when he did his clarinet, Blowing his nose into a napkin, He blew his dry nose so hard That he blew off his head with it!