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Copyright by Star Newspaper Service of Canada. Poor Mrs Furry wasn’t well, she had an aching head, She thought she’d try and cure it by a nice long day in bed. The Furries went about like mice upon a pantry shelf, And bay Labitha crept away all by her little self. She picked her mother lots of flowers. A pretty thought indeed, I'm sure that bunch of posies bright will cheer the invalid.

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Southland Times, Issue 22999, 19 September 1936, Page 22 (Supplement)

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Copyright by Star Newspaper Service of Canada. Poor Mrs Furry wasn’t well, she had an aching head, She thought she’d try and cure it by a nice long day in bed. The Furries went about like mice upon a pantry shelf, And bay Labitha crept away all by her little self. She picked her mother lots of flowers. A pretty thought indeed, I'm sure that bunch of posies bright will cheer the invalid. Southland Times, Issue 22999, 19 September 1936, Page 22 (Supplement)

Copyright by Star Newspaper Service of Canada. Poor Mrs Furry wasn’t well, she had an aching head, She thought she’d try and cure it by a nice long day in bed. The Furries went about like mice upon a pantry shelf, And bay Labitha crept away all by her little self. She picked her mother lots of flowers. A pretty thought indeed, I'm sure that bunch of posies bright will cheer the invalid. Southland Times, Issue 22999, 19 September 1936, Page 22 (Supplement)