ping, snipping, snipping,The cold keen scissors sped, Till one whole side of his little pateWas bald as the babys .head. Just then the tea bell, ringing Its cheery call, he heard;And he glanced at the uncut side, and said, I can do that afterward. Think what a funny topknotFor company to see,—…
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