John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб)

The Squirrel

  Who combs you, little Squirrel?
    And do you twist and twirl
  When some one puts the papers on
    To keep your tail in curl?

  And must you see the dentist
    For every tooth you break?
  And are you apt from eating nuts
    To get the stomach-ache?

1. Bicycles! Tricycles!
2. A Legacy
3. Foot-Soldiers
4. Frog-Making
5. The Sun

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