There was a cruel darkey boy,
Who sat upon the shore,
A catching little fishes by
The dozen and the score.
And as they squirmed and wriggled there,
He shouted loud with glee,
"You surely cannot want to live,
You're little-er dan me."
Just then with a malicious leer,
And a capacious smile,
Before him from the water deep
There rose a crocodile.
He eyed the little darkey boy,
Then heaved a blubbering sigh,
And said, "You cannot want to live,
You're little-er than I."
The fishes squirm and wriggle still,
Beside that sandy shore,
The cruel little darkey boy,
Was never heard of more.
Unknown.
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