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There was a little man and he had a little gun, / And the bullets were made of lead, lead, lead. / He went to the brook and shot a little duck, / And the bullet went right through its head, head, head.
THERE was once a little man named Jimson, who had stopped growing when he was a boy, and never started again. So, although he was old enough to be a man he was hardly big enough, and had he not owned a bald head and gray whiskers you would certainly have taken him for a boy whenever you saw him.