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THE CANDY FISH.
While strolling down the street one day,
I saw a little girl and boy;
Both had a troubled, worried look
That told me there was else than joy.
I saw a little girl and boy;
Both had a troubled, worried look
That told me there was else than joy.
Into a well the little ones
Were fishing with two crooked sticks,
And so I asked them what there was
Down in the well, among the bricks.
Were fishing with two crooked sticks,
And so I asked them what there was
Down in the well, among the bricks.
The boy began in hurried tones:
“Please help me dit my toy fish;
I tought I'd let him swim awhile,
I did it tause 'twas sister's wish.”
“Please help me dit my toy fish;
I tought I'd let him swim awhile,
I did it tause 'twas sister's wish.”
“Ah, yes, I'll help you,” I began,
“Don't be so hurried, and we three
Will try to get your toy out,
Give me your stick and I will see.”
“Don't be so hurried, and we three
Will try to get your toy out,
Give me your stick and I will see.”
“Oh! please be twick,” began the boy,
“My little fish will not long stay,
He's been down there a long, long time,
He's tandy, and he'll melt away.”
“My little fish will not long stay,
He's been down there a long, long time,
He's tandy, and he'll melt away.”
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