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his dreams of tops and marbles,
 * Where the soaring kites he saw,

Is that little urchin wakened,
 * Tickled by a wheaten straw.

How do you suppose he likes it,
 * Young one with annoying paw?

If I only were your mother,
 * I'd tickle you with birchen straw.

Soon enough, from pleasant dreaming,
 * You'll be wakened by the law,

Which provides for every vision
 * Some sort of provoking straw.