BLUE BELL BOY
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I had a little boy,
And called him Blue Bell;
Gave him a little work,--
He did it very well.
I bade him go upstairs
To bring me a gold pin;
In coal scuttle fell he,
Up to his little chin.
He went to the garden
To pick a little sage;
He tumbled on his nose,
And fell into a rage.
He went to the cellar
To draw a little beer;
And quickly did return
To say there was none there.
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JACK JELF
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Little Jack Jelf
Was put on the shelf
Because he could not spell “pie”;
When his aunt, Mrs. Grace,
Saw his sorrowful face,
She could not help saying, “Oh, fie!”
And since Master Jelf
Was put on the shelf
Because he could not spell “pie,”
Let him stand there so grim,
And no more about him,
For I wish him a very good-bye!
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