A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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THE MOUNTAIN LION.
I am a mountain lion free,And I roam the mountain side,
I grit my teeth in savage glee,
And my chops with gore are dyed;
I live on little babies fat
Which from their homes I steal,
I love to crunch each toothsome brat,
And hear his dying squeal!
February 6th, 1883.
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