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The Dunce of a Kitten.
Come, pussy, will you learn to read,
I've got a pretty book:
Nay, turn this way, you must indeed,
Fie, there's a sulky look.
I've got a pretty book:
Nay, turn this way, you must indeed,
Fie, there's a sulky look.
Here is a pretty picture, see,
An apple, and great A:
How stupid you will ever be,
If you do nought but play.
An apple, and great A:
How stupid you will ever be,
If you do nought but play.
Come, A, B, C, an easy task,
What any dunce can do:
I will do any think you ask,
For dearly I love you.
What any dunce can do:
I will do any think you ask,
For dearly I love you.
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Now, how I'm vex'd, you are so dull,
You have not learnt it half:
You will grow up a downright fool,
And make all people laugh.
You have not learnt it half:
You will grow up a downright fool,
And make all people laugh.
Mamma told me so, I declare,
And made me quite asham'd;
So I resolv'd no pains to spare,
Nor like a dunce be blam'd.
And made me quite asham'd;
So I resolv'd no pains to spare,
Nor like a dunce be blam'd.
Well, get along, you naughty kit,
And after mice go look;
I'm glad that I have got more wit,
I love my pretty book.
And after mice go look;
I'm glad that I have got more wit,
I love my pretty book.
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