. Wayside poems for old and young. Then how I would scoot for the house ! Timothy, Timothy TitusCome out of the woods and bite usThen how I would scoot for the houseLike a timorous trembhng mouseIn fear of Timothy Titus. The bravest act I ever triedWas when one day I softly cried,So low I hoped he wouldnt hear,(Besides the house was rather near)Timothy, Timothy Titus. Timothy, Timothy TitusCome out of the woods and bite Timothy would not come outAnd at that I began to doubtIf there was a Timothy Titus. Still Ive heard that in every wood,He lives just to make children good,So tis best to

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. Wayside poems for old and young. Then how I would scoot for the house ! Timothy, Timothy TitusCome out of the woods and bite usThen how I would scoot for the houseLike a timorous trembhng mouseIn fear of Timothy Titus. The bravest act I ever triedWas when one day I softly cried,So low I hoped he wouldnt hear,(Besides the house was rather near)Timothy, Timothy Titus. Timothy, Timothy TitusCome out of the woods and bite Timothy would not come outAnd at that I began to doubtIf there was a Timothy Titus. Still Ive heard that in every wood,He lives just to make children good,So tis best to always do rightAnd save ourselves from the biteAnd the fright of Timothy 75 0itr miidgEt

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