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![]() > --- William M. Thackeray > > There lived a sage in days of yore, > And he a handsome pigtail wore; > But wondered much, and sorrowed more, > Because it hung behind him. > > He mused upon this curious case, > And swore he'd change the pigtail's place, > And have it hanging at his face, > Not dangling there behind him. > > Says he, "Ah, the mystery I've found-- > I'll turn me round," > --he turned him round; > But still it hung behind him. > > Then round and round, and out and in, > All day the puzzled sage did spin; > In vain--it mattered not a pin-- > The pigtail hung behind him. > > And right, and left, and round about, > And up, and down, and in, and out > He turned; but still the pigtail stout > Hung steadily behind him. > > And though his efforts never slack, > And though he twist, and twirl, and tack, > Alas! Still faithful to his back, > The pigtail hangs behind him. |
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![]() Who's had almost every tooth out, Cannot sing as once he sang, When he was young as you are young, When he was young and lutes were strung, And love-lamps in the casement hung. |
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![]() This is the way that boys begin. |
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