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Thus did our Jocko play, for Betsey’s sake,The Grand Domestic Game of Give and Take,Until her rudeness to her friend was suchAs makes men say “This is a straw too much.”One day he sat, as docile as a lamb,By Betsey-Jane who, upright in her pram,Refused to sleep and went from bad to worse,Kicked off her rug and disobeyed her nurse;And though her Jocko did not speak his mindAnd only stared to see her so unkind,In Endless Street, some yards from their abode,She picked him up and flung him in the road.
Thus did our Jocko play, for Betsey’s sake,The Grand Domestic Game of Give and Take,Until her rudeness to her friend was suchAs makes men say “This is a straw too much.”One day he sat, as docile as a lamb,By Betsey-Jane who, upright in her pram,Refused to sleep and went from bad to worse,Kicked off her rug and disobeyed her nurse;And though her Jocko did not speak his mindAnd only stared to see her so unkind,In Endless Street, some yards from their abode,She picked him up and flung him in the road.
Thus did our Jocko play, for Betsey’s sake,The Grand Domestic Game of Give and Take,Until her rudeness to her friend was suchAs makes men say “This is a straw too much.”One day he sat, as docile as a lamb,By Betsey-Jane who, upright in her pram,Refused to sleep and went from bad to worse,Kicked off her rug and disobeyed her nurse;And though her Jocko did not speak his mindAnd only stared to see her so unkind,In Endless Street, some yards from their abode,She picked him up and flung him in the road.