t all!

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A single puff blew toward him, and it nearly cooked his face!
The mournful Macaroni Man felt sadly out of place.
But a happy thought occurred to him, "Ha, ha,--ho, ho!" said he,--
"I'll just sail on around the world,--and then, it seems to me,
I'll reach my home (according to a careful estimate)
In time for tea, although I'll be perhaps a trifle late."
Then merrily his gallant ship sped o'er the bounding main,
Quickly he crossed the ocean wide, he flew by France and Spain;
Covered the Mediterranean, spanned the Suez Canal,--
"I'll reach my home to-night," he thought, "oh, yes, I'm sure I shall."
He skimmed the Red Sea like a bird,--the Indian Ocean crossed
(But once, in Oceanica, he feared that he was lost).

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He passed Australia on the fly,--cut over Capricorn,
And as the sunset gun he heard, he swung around Cape Horn.
Still at full speed, he sailed due north, he rounded Cape St. Roque,
Crossed the equator, and found out the Gulf Stream was no joke.
He coasted by the seaboard States. Hurrah! all danger past,
Quickly he sailed the last few miles and reached his home at last;
His mother welcomed him, and said, "I'm glad there was no shower;
But hurry in, my bonny boy, I've waited tea an hour."

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The 4.04 Train

"There's a train at 4.04," said Miss Jenny;
"Four tickets I'll take. Have you any?"
Said the man at the door:
"Not four for 4.04,
For four for 4.04 is too many."

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A Valuable Gift

Old Father Time, one day
In his study, so they say,
Was indulging in a surreptitious nap,
When from his drowsy dreams
He was wakened, as it seems,
By a timid but persistent little rap.

He yawned and rubbed his eyes
In indolent surprise,
Then slowly he arose from where he sat;
He opened wide his door,
And nearly tumbled o'er
The figure that stood waiting on the mat.

A tiny little dog,
With excitement all agog,
And angry eyes that seemed to flash and glower.
His manner was polite,
But he said, "I claim my right!
And I've called, sir, to demand of you my hour."

"Your what?" the old man said,
As he shook his puzzled head;
And the pertinacious puppy spoke with force:
"Well, sir, they often say,
'Every dog must have his day,'
So a puppy ought to have an hour, of course!"

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The old man shook with glee,
But he said obligingly,