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But, mischief the Monkey inclining to harbour,

His skill he resolved now to try as a Barber.—

A soap-box conveniently lay in the room,

“Miss Puss,” he exclaim’d, “you’ll be shaved, I presume?”

Then scraping and bowing with grin and grimace,

Despite of resistance, he lather’d her face.

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