Now, Pussy, you must be real good,
And learn to spell like me;
When I say, "Pussy, what is this?"
You must say, That is C.
Don't scratch, and twist, and turn about,
And try to get away;
But, Pussy, please to try and learn:
This is the letter A.
There now, that's nice, you're doing well;
Oh, dear! where can she be;
Just as I'd taught her how to spell
Clear to the letter T.
She jumped and ran away so fast,
She must have seen a rat;
And now how will she ever know
That C-A-T spells Cat.
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"GEE UP, PONY."
When mother threw open the nursery door,
There she found uncle down on the floor;
While up on his back sat Harry and Fred,
And Nellie stood by and was stroking his head.
"This is my pony," cried Harry: "gee way;
Get on, old Dobbin--don't wait here all day."
And "Gee way," says Freddy, who thinks he must do
Whatever his brother may do or say too.
And uncle good-humoredly keeps on his round,
Creeping and crawling about on the ground;
And mother still hears, as she goes on her way,
"Come, gee up, my pony--don't wait here all day."
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