Field, Eugene, 1850-1895, Grahame, Kenneth, 1859-1932, Robinson, Charles, 1870-1937 · London : J. Lane ; New York : C. Scribner's Sons · leaf 121
nt little red gun;The stock was of pine and the barrel of tin.The bang; it came out where the bullet went in—The right kind of weapon I think youll agreeFor slaying all fowl that go Fiddle-dee-dee ! The brave little soldier (juoth never a word. But he up and he drew a straight bead on that bird… … 0 bang-* it came outWhere the ballcf Went m- 118 FIDDLE-DEE-DEE Out came then Dear-Mother-Mine, saying: Myson,
Children's poetry
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