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From his dreams of tops and marbles, / Where the soaring kites he saw, / Is that little urchin wakened, / Tickled by a wheaten straw.
How do you suppose he likes it, / Young one with annoying paw? / If I only were your mother, / I'd tickle you with birchen straw.
Soon enough, from pleasant dreaming, / You'll be wakened by the law, / Which provides for every vision / Some sort of provoking straw.
In dreams of play, or hope, or loving, / When plans of happiness you draw, / Underneath _your_ nose may wiggle / Life's most aggravating straw