THERE was a
little lad
Whose name was Tad,
Down by the sea.
"A-ha! a-ha" cried he:
"A play-fellow I see,
Com-ing to play
with me."
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But soon he
changed his cry:
The tears came
in his eye.
"Let go!" he
cried; "let go!
You don't play
fair, you know.
O mam-my,
quick! Boo-hoo!
He'll bite my
finger through!"
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