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I had a little boy, And called him Blue Bell; Gave him a little work,— He did it very well. I bade him go upstairs To bring me a gold pin; In coal scuttle fell he, Up to his little chin. He went to the garden To pick a little sage; He tumbled on his nose, And fell into a rage. He went to the cellar To draw a little beer; And quickly did return To say there was none there. |