He wipes his feet upon my hairless pate, And does a song and dance in style elate, Until in rage I fiercely rise To crush the thing before my glowering eyes.
I raise my hand with firm determination ; I strike—bent, bent upon extermination. I miss him ! seek my chair a-reeling, While he, he gently buzzes to the ceiling.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XVII, Issue XI, 12 September 1896, Page 343
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58He wipes his feet upon my hairless pate, And does a song and dance in style elate, Until in rage I fiercely rise To crush the thing before my glowering eyes. I raise my hand with firm determination ; I strike—bent, bent upon extermination. I miss him ! seek my chair a-reeling, While he, he gently buzzes to the ceiling. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XVII, Issue XI, 12 September 1896, Page 343
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