  When Mabel went with Mother To buy some chops for tea, She gazed in awestruck horror At sawdust she could see, Sprinkled over all the floor, To north, south, east and west, And as wee Mabel saw it Her heart was sore oppressed. She hated all the butchers And yearned to be at home, Where she could guard her dolly And teach her not to roam Afar to shops of butchers, As now wee Mabel knew That butchers hurt poor dollies And stab them through and through, So all their nice warm stuffings Would flow from every pore And cover well with sawdust |
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