WHAT TEDDY DID. You ought to go to the barber, Said Edith, that is plain;For you look like a Shetland pony, Ted, With all that bristling mane, Or more like a shaggy terrierWhose eyes are hid in hair. Ted only laughed at being teazed,And said he didnt care. … But to himself he wonderedIf indeed he looked like that; And down in front of a looking-glassReflectively he sat. WHAT TEDDY DID. A pair of his mothers scissors Lay on the mantel-shelf,And he thought, I hate a barbers chair, I can cut it off myself. So, snipping, snipping, snipping,The cold keen…
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