A cat espied a tiny mouse,
And crouched to make a spring;
The mousey couldn’t find a place
In which to hide—poor thing!
Just then the bullet made a hole—
A fair-sized hole at that—
And in it dashed the frightened mouse,
And thus escaped the cat.
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A thief was stealing in the door—
A clever chap was he;
For he had waited till the gong
Had summoned all to tea.
But at that moment came the shot,
And smote the door-bell clear—
The butler reached the door in time
To see him disappear!
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Old Sandy, on his Highland pipes,
Was drooning “Robin Hood,”
And coaxing from the boys and girls
Such pennies as he could,
When suddenly the bag went “squash!”
The drone became a sigh—
The fleeting shot had pierced the bag
Of wind in passing by!
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