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THE LITTLE BOY PLEADS FOR MOUSE.
LITTLE BOY.
Oh, ma', speak to pussy and kitty,
They are dragging all over the house,
Without any mercy or pity,
A poor little innocent mouse.
They are dragging all over the house,
Without any mercy or pity,
A poor little innocent mouse.
I hate to see such wicked cunning,
For pussy allows it to go,
And just as the mouse thinks of running
She catches and teases it so.
For pussy allows it to go,
And just as the mouse thinks of running
She catches and teases it so.
MOTHER.
My son, our old puss cannot reason,
And therefore she is not a sinner;
Perhaps this is not hungry season,
And this teasing is cooking her dinner.
And therefore she is not a sinner;
Perhaps this is not hungry season,
And this teasing is cooking her dinner.
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But when children, my darling, are cruel,
And injure the brutes heaven made,
They sully the beautiful jewel,
That with a kind heart is inlaid.
And injure the brutes heaven made,
They sully the beautiful jewel,
That with a kind heart is inlaid.
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