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A CHARADE WITH A MORAL
My first is black, my second red,
My whole no man should take to bed.
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My first upon their prey can dart,
My next can ne’er be down;
My whole performs a saucy part
In country or in town.
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My first makes hills unpleasant
To every cyclist’s wheel.
My next is where they take you to
If in the streets you steal.
My whole is what I most dislike
When in the dumps I feel.