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THE HERO

My dad was a soldier and fought in the wars,
My grandfather fought on the sea,
And the tales of their daring and valor of course
Put the sand and the ginger in me.
I’m not scared of tigers or any wild beast,
I could fight with a lion all right,
I wouldn’t be ’fraid of a bear in the least—
Excepting, perhaps, in the night.
But sister, she’s skeery as skeery can be,
She’s even afraid of the bark of a tree.

PENSIVE PERCY

Percy when a little boy
Was quiet as a mouse,
He never set the barn afire
Nor battered down the house.
He used to sit for hours and hours
Just gazing at the moon,
And feeding little fishes
Sarsaparilla from a spoon.

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