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<FONT COLOR="#CCFFFF"><B><FONT SIZE="5"> Grandmamma Easy's Old Dame Hicket and Her Wonderful Cricket <BR></B>
(circa 1840)<BR>
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<FONT SIZE="3">Boston: Brown, Bazin &amp; Co. Nashua, N.H.: N.P Greene &amp; Co.</FONT>
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There was one old Dame Hicket,<BR>
Had a wonderful Cricket,<BR>
That dwelt in a hole by the fender,<BR>
And when he came out<BR>
He would walk all about,<BR>
On his hind legs so tall and slender.<BR>
This so pleased the old Dame<BR>
That she gave him a name,<BR>
'Little Peter', it was, you must know;<BR>
And she fed him with crumbs<BR>
'Twixt her fingers and thumbs,<BR>
Before into his hole he did go.
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When the everings were long<BR>
He would sing a gay song,<BR>
And loudly out he would bellow<BR>
Or as merry as a grig<BR>
Dance a lively jig;<BR>
Now was n't he a comical fellow?<BR>
Sometimes, too, 't is said,<BR>
He would stand on his head,<BR>
And swing his legs up in the air;<BR>
Then down he would pop,<BR>
And chirp, run and hop,<BR>
Just as if he was mad, I declare.
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He's sit on a stool<BR>
Like a child at school,<BR>
Whilst the Dame she would read him a book;<BR>
And nod with his head<BR>
At each word she said,<BR>
As now he is doing, just look.<BR>
When the Dame took her snuff,<BR>
Which was often enough,<BR>
Politely she'd hand him the box;<BR>
But the first thing he did,<BR>
Was to shut down the lid,<BR>
And then give it two or three knocks.
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When the Dame took her tea,<BR>
There on one side was he,<BR>
Seated up in a large arm-chair;<BR>
And he wrinkled with his eyes<BR>
So knowing and wise,<BR>
As if he had been the Lord Mayor.<BR>
Sometimes from her cup<BR>
He would just take a sup,<BR>
Or of tea-cake a very thin slice;<BR>
And the Dame all the while,<BR>
As she on him did smile,<BR>
Would ask if he thought it was nice.
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But the Dame, one night,<BR>
Had a terrible fright,<BR>
For the Cricket he hopped on her nose.<BR>
She cried, 'What's there?'<BR>
When down went her chair,<BR>
And up in the air went her toes.<BR>
The Cricket did run,<BR>
When he saw this fun,<BR>
And quickly got right out of sight;<BR>
Whilst the Dame, with much pain,<BR>
Scrambled up once again,<BR>
And vowed she would kill him outright.
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Now with this fall, alack!<BR>
The poor Dame hurt her back,<BR>
And that was a sad disaster,<BR>
For the Doctor he came<BR>
And to cure the poor Dame,<BR>
He brought her a very large plaster.<BR>
She went straight to bed,<BR>
Not to sleep though, 't is said,<BR>
For the pain in her back it was cruel;<BR>
So a neighbor's kind daughter<BR>
Put her feet in warm water,<BR>
And made her a basin of gruel.
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Now all the same day<BR>
She was in the sameway,<BR>
And scarcely could hobble at all ;<BR>
Whilst the Cricket, to tease,<BR>
Danced about at his ease,<BR>
And once again near made her fall.<BR>
This the Dame so much vexed,<BR>
And sorely perplexed,<BR>
She'd have done with the Cricket forever,<BR>
So, as well as she could,<BR>
With a nail and some wood,<BR>
She stopped up the hole quite clever.
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