HERE was a small boy of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck:
When they said, "Are you friz?"
He replied, "Yes I is—
But we don't call this cold in Quebec!"
[Rudyard Kipling
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There was an old man of St. Bees,
Who was stung in the arm by a wasp:
When they asked, "Does it hurt?"
He replied, "No it doesn't,
But I thought all the while 'twas a Hornet!"
[W.S. Gilbert
VARIA.
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