"I WENT UP ONE PAIR OF STAIRS," ETC.

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Now I will tell you a joke; whatever I say to you, you must answer “Just like me.” Now we will begin.

I went up one pair of stairs.

Just like me.

I went up two pair of stairs.

Just like me.

I turned myself round about.

Just like me.

I went up three pair of stairs.

Just like me.

I made a cross on the wall.

Just like me.

I went up four pair of stairs.

Just like me.

I looked out of a window.

Just like me.

And I found I was up as high as the highest tree-top.

Just like me.

I saw something moving about in the highest tree-top.

Just like me.

I stared and stared to see what it was.

Just like me.

And then I saw it was a little monkey.

Just like me.

Just like you! Ha, ha! You said the monkey was just like you; I think you must be a little monkey yourself if it looked just like you.


Now I will tell you something else. I will say one and then you must say two; I will say three, and you must say four and so on; but each time we must say after the number “a dead horse.” Like this. I say one a dead horse, and you must say two a dead horse.

Now begin.

One a dead horse.

Two a dead horse.

Three a dead horse.

Four a dead horse.

Five a dead horse.

Six a dead horse.

Seven a dead horse.

Eight a dead horse.

Eight a dead horse! Ate a dead horse! You said you ate a dead horse. Oh! oh! Did it taste good? I hope you enjoyed it. For my part I wouldn’t care to eat a dead horse.


Now I will tell you what kind of a lock I am, and you must be the same kind of a key. If I say I am a gray lock, you must say you are a gray key. If I say I am a queer lock you must say you are a queer key. If I say I am a rusty lock you must say you are a rusty key.

I am a gray lock.

I’m a gray key.

I’m a red lock.

I’m a red key.

I’m a dull lock.

I’m a dull key.

I’m a monk lock.

I’m a monk key.

You’re a monkey! You’re a monkey. That’s the second time you’ve said it, so now I’m sure it must be so. Well, what other kinds of locks and keys are we? Let us begin all over again.

I’m a don lock.

I’m a don key.

Are you indeed? Are you really a dear little donkey? Who would have thought it?


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