Hence! fair ones, hence! nor, like Herodias’ daughter
Bring by your charms the guiltless to the slaughter.
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My turn at last! I wish he’d leave off squeezing;
I think I’ve scratched him! Serve him right for teasing!
Alas! the middle trap he lays his hand on,
“Ye (birds) who enter here all hope abandon.”
And now he’s pulled my tail out by the roots,
I feel as helpless as a Puss-in-Boots.
(Ah! our poor tails, they won’t believe we need ’em