  Miss Lucy was a charming child, She never said, "I wont"; If little Dick her playthings spoil'd She said, "Pray, Dicky, don't." He took her waxen doll one day, And bang'd it round and round; Then tore its legs and arms away, And threw them on the ground. His good mamma was angry quite, And Lucy's tears ran down; But Dick went supperless that night, And since has better grown. |
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