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 I seized him by his little pig-tail, And on his knees fell he, As he squirmed and struggled, And gurgled and guggled, I drew my snickersnee! Oh, never shall I Forget the cry, Or the shriek that shriekèd he. As I gnashed my teeth, When from its sheath I drew my snickersnee!

We know him well, He cannot tell Untrue or groundless tales— He always tries To utter lies, And every time he fails. He shivered and shook as he gave the sign For the stroke he didn't deserve; When all of a sudden his eye met mine, And it seemed to brace his nerve; For he nodded his head and kissed his hand, And he whistled an air, did he, As the sabre true Cut cleanly through His cervical vertebr! When a man's afraid, A beautiful maid Is a cheering sight to see; And it's oh, I'm glad That moment sad Was soothed by the sight of me!

Her terrible tale You can't assail, With truth it quite agrees! Her taste exact For faultless fact Amounts to a disease. Now though you'd have said that head was dead (For its owner dead was he), It stood on its neck, with a smile well bred, And bowed three times to me!