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My First Kill
‘Twas Burton showed me where it was and told me not to wait,
Whilst Walter moved the dust bin out and shut the garden gate;
Then master said, “Now, here’s your chance; come on, my flop-eared son”
(I must admit, until he spoke, I felt inclined to run);
Maria whacked it with her broom, and then sat down and cried,
And Cookie screamed and frightened it before she ran inside;
The cat said, “After you, old chap; he’s rather big for me,
So I shan’t interfere at all,” and scrambled up a tree;
Next someone threw a lump of coal and made the beast turn round;
Then—I went in and finished it and flung it on the ground.
So that is how I caught the rate entirely on my own,
And Master’s pleased as pleased can be; he’s gone to fetch a bone.
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