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Show aniuviok si'Kixt;. BY THE TIMES MACHINE PET, Where tho gross grow the greenest. Where flowers bloomed sweetest, My Bessieand I sat to oat, While the little bull frogs And the crows on tho fence Made music for me and my sweet. We had mustard and ham. Fried chicken and jam, And bread that was whiter than milk. Canned lolwter and clam, A small bottle of "cham ," That food it was finer than silk, While eating our lunch. With a contented munch, Adown Bessio's backcraw!ed a worm; And my head 'gan to whirl, For she screamed the dear girl And most energetic did squirm. "What's the matter, my dear-Shall dear-Shall I a doctor bring hero?" I said as I bade her bo firm; "Oh, no," said she, "Proctor, Don't go for a doctor, Hat go, oh please, go for the worm!" |