The grocer boy was teasing Snip
By pelting him with rice,
And keeping just beyond his reach—
Which wasn’t very nice.
Just then the bullet clipped the chain
That held the pup, and—joy!
He fairly sprinted through the air,
And nabbed that grocer boy!
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Mis’ Newlywed had made a cake,
With icings good and stout—
The bullet struck its armor belt,
And meekly flattened out.
And this was lucky for Tom Potts,
The boy who fired the shot—
It might have gone clean round the world
And killed him on the spot.
