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<FONT COLOR="#CCFFFF"><B><FONT SIZE="5"> Grandmamma Easy's Old Dame Hicket and Her Wonderful Cricket <BR></B>
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(circa 1840)<BR>
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<FONT SIZE="3">Boston: Brown, Bazin & Co. Nashua, N.H.: N.P Greene & Co.</FONT>
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<A HREF="earlycomics.html#cricket"><IMG SRC="cricket_1840_01.jpg"border="0"></a><br>
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<A HREF="earlycomics.html#cricket"><IMG SRC="cricket_1840_02.jpg"border="0"></a><br>
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There was one old Dame Hicket,<BR>
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Had a wonderful Cricket,<BR>
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That dwelt in a hole by the fender,<BR>
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And when he came out<BR>
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He would walk all about,<BR>
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On his hind legs so tall and slender.<BR>
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This so pleased the old Dame<BR>
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That she gave him a name,<BR>
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'Little Peter', it was, you must know;<BR>
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And she fed him with crumbs<BR>
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'Twixt her fingers and thumbs,<BR>
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Before into his hole he did go.
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When the everings were long<BR>
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He would sing a gay song,<BR>
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And loudly out he would bellow<BR>
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Or as merry as a grig<BR>
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Dance a lively jig;<BR>
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Now was n't he a comical fellow?<BR>
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Sometimes, too, 't is said,<BR>
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He would stand on his head,<BR>
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And swing his legs up in the air;<BR>
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Then down he would pop,<BR>
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And chirp, run and hop,<BR>
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Just as if he was mad, I declare.
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He's sit on a stool<BR>
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Like a child at school,<BR>
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Whilst the Dame she would read him a book;<BR>
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And nod with his head<BR>
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At each word she said,<BR>
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As now he is doing, just look.<BR>
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When the Dame took her snuff,<BR>
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Which was often enough,<BR>
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Politely she'd hand him the box;<BR>
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But the first thing he did,<BR>
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Was to shut down the lid,<BR>
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And then give it two or three knocks.
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<A HREF="earlycomics.html#cricket"><IMG SRC="cricket_1840_05.jpg"border="0"></a><br>
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When the Dame took her tea,<BR>
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There on one side was he,<BR>
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Seated up in a large arm-chair;<BR>
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And he wrinkled with his eyes<BR>
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So knowing and wise,<BR>
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As if he had been the Lord Mayor.<BR>
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Sometimes from her cup<BR>
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He would just take a sup,<BR>
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Or of tea-cake a very thin slice;<BR>
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And the Dame all the while,<BR>
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As she on him did smile,<BR>
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Would ask if he thought it was nice.
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<A HREF="earlycomics.html#cricket"><IMG SRC="cricket_1840_06.jpg"border="0"></a><br>
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<TABLE BORDER="0" CELLSPACING="0" CELLPADDING="3" WIDTH="400">
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But the Dame, one night,<BR>
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Had a terrible fright,<BR>
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For the Cricket he hopped on her nose.<BR>
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She cried, 'What's there?'<BR>
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When down went her chair,<BR>
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And up in the air went her toes.<BR>
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The Cricket did run,<BR>
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When he saw this fun,<BR>
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And quickly got right out of sight;<BR>
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Whilst the Dame, with much pain,<BR>
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Scrambled up once again,<BR>
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And vowed she would kill him outright.
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Now with this fall, alack!<BR>
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The poor Dame hurt her back,<BR>
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And that was a sad disaster,<BR>
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For the Doctor he came<BR>
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And to cure the poor Dame,<BR>
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He brought her a very large plaster.<BR>
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She went straight to bed,<BR>
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Not to sleep though, 't is said,<BR>
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For the pain in her back it was cruel;<BR>
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So a neighbor's kind daughter<BR>
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Put her feet in warm water,<BR>
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And made her a basin of gruel.
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Now all the same day<BR>
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She was in the sameway,<BR>
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And scarcely could hobble at all ;<BR>
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Whilst the Cricket, to tease,<BR>
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Danced about at his ease,<BR>
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And once again near made her fall.<BR>
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This the Dame so much vexed,<BR>
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And sorely perplexed,<BR>
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She'd have done with the Cricket forever,<BR>
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So, as well as she could,<BR>
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With a nail and some wood,<BR>
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She stopped up the hole quite clever.
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