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So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf
to make
an apple-pie;
and at the same time a great she-bear,
coming down the street, pops its head
into the shop.
What! no soap?
So he died,
and she very imprudently married the Barber:
and there were present
the Picninnies, and the Joblillies,
and the Garyulies,
and the great Panjandrum himself, with
the little round button at top;
and they all fell to playing the game of
catch-as-catch-can,
till the gunpowder ran out at the heels
of their boots.
