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ERTIE was first. " I 've won the race," he cried ; But soon upon his lips the triumph died, And Bertie back in fear to Dennis ran:— "Oh Dennis, look! I ran against that man ! He shook and rattled so, and wagged his head, And gave me such a fright!" " Pooh!" Dennis said, " He will not hurt!" And then he made a bow:— Good-bye, old soldier, we must leave you now.
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EXT afternoon, while at the Zoo', a little tale they heard Of the elephant that's there, and you shall hear it word for word.
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