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~jkeston, Missouri.




T~J~e me when I die to heaven

~	Happy there with thee to dwell ~ (Tollowing is a very familiar song)z ~‘Dea~‘ rnother said a little fish

‘Pray, is this naughty fly I •ain very hungry and I wish You~ would. let me go and try.‘


‘Sweet innocence‘, the mother cried) A~d started from her nook, ‘The hurried fly is but to hide The sharpness of the hook‘.


So he thought he‘d venture out

To see if it was true

Açound about the hook he played

With many a long look.
		‘~~.ar ia‘, to himself he said
		~ sure its not a hook‘
	   .	So as he fainter, fainter grey
		With hallowed voice, he cried,
		‘If I had minded you
	‚	I would not then-have died‘.




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Riddle&I rods ôver the bridge, aixi yet I walked.
Ansver-4‘y,j Is was the naine of the dog with ~e.