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Is Faddle sick?—Lord! what a yelling!
Heav'ns! what a bustle in the dwelling!
Susan and Molly, turn and turn,
Watch the poor creature night and day,
And such solicitude display;
And sigh, and hang the head, and mourn;
And tread with cat-like step the floor,
And with such softness shut the door;
Such whispers, and such tiptoe stealings,
For fear of wounding Faddle's feelings;

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And straw is also strew'd before the door,
That coaches may not spoil his pretty snore!