  "How can you bear to use him so, You cruel little monkey? Oh give him not another blow, But spare the patient Donkey." "I own," his mother said, "dear James, You please me by your feeling; But you do wrong to call him names, Your anger too revealing." "Well then," said James, "if what I say, Poor Donkey, won't relieve you— Here, boy, don't beat him all to-day, And sixpence I will give you." "You now behave," said she, "my dear, Like many much above you; In these kind actions persevere, And all your friends will love you." |
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