The hole book . A restless wild-cat had escaped,And roamed the gardens free; The keeper, frightened at the sight,Had climbed a lofty tree: The savage brute espied him there,And with an agile bound, It met the bullet in the air,And tumbled to the ground!. A watermelon, large and fine,Was in the kitchen shed; The bullet drilled a hole through itAs on its way it sped. Who plugged dat melon? mammy through the door she came. * Id spank de chile dat done dat trick,Ef I could learn his name.

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