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Unformatted text preview: r, and she began to say very fast an old rhyme that her mother had taught her: Alas! Alas/for Miss Mackay! Her knives and forks have run away; And when the cups and spoons are going, She's sure there is no way of knowing! Just as she hoped, it made him weak with laughter. He actually fell to his knees. Such big feet he had. She stood there over him chanting: Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig and away he run, The pig was eat, and Tom was beat And Tom went crying down the street. He begged her to stop, half laughing, half crying. "I have one for you," he cried, and he leapt up and sang as he danced, slamming his feet on the ground, and slapping his thighs: The sow came in with the saddle. The little pig rocked the cradle. The dish jumped over the table To see the pot swallow the ladle. The spit that stood behind the door Y Threw the pudding-stick on the floor. "Odsplut!" said the gridiron, "Can't you agree? I'm the head constable, Bring them to me!" ^3 And then he grabbed her roughly, teeth clenched, and...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
- Spring '10