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An Officer slid off the lid As Bobby hove in sight, And bellowed out, "You're scorchin', kid— I'll run you in all right!" But down the Go-cart swiftly sped And smashed that Cop completely, And as he sailed o'er Bobby's head Bob snipped a button neatly! |
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A funny Son of sunny Greece Was standing near the curb, Beside his push-cart, wrapped in peace, That naught could well disturb But all at once he got a shock— The Go-cart speeding down, Collided with his fancy stock And littered up the town! |
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The runaway then swerved a bit And snapped a Hydrant, short; Which accident proved quite a hit Of rather novel sort The Water spouted in a jet As much as ten feet high, And all were soaked and nearly choked Who chanced to be nearby! |
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A farmer's wife, Miss' Angy Moore, Was trudging up the grade. A basketful of eggs she bore To barter with in trade The Go-cart and the Lady met (Informally, no doubt) And made a sort of omelette And spread it round about! |
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A Painter on a ladder perched, Was working at his calling— Against its foot the Go-cart lurched And sent the fellow sprawling His pot of paint came tumbling down And wrong side up, it settled About a Chappie's flaxen crown— Oh, my! but he was nettled! |