You're nuisance,I declare
You tease me so,it isn't fair
You pounce on me from everywhere,
And clutch my hair,and size my hat.
And tye my clothes in knots
The leaves and blossom from the pear.
I wish I could get a snare
To catch you-but I shouldn't dare.
For,though you tease me,I declare,
I don't think I should manage quite,
To sail my boat or fly my kite.
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