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 Where, near the door, Some ripe plums lay, And Satan whispered, Ida May—

Take but one plum, Then run away; You'll not be seen By Mr. Gray.

Oh, had she thought One prayer to say, She'd not have sinned, Poor Ida May!

She caught one up, Then ran away, And was not seen By Mr. Gray.

Ah, sinful child, To disobey The Word of God— Hear, Ida May!

"Thou shalt not steal!" Now hear Him say, And you have stolen From Mr. Gray.