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72 Chit-Chat by Puck.
And .so they went on, and they wrangled and
raged,
In a fury that grew more and more,
And soon in a frenzy of battle engaged,
They pushed, and they pecked, and they tore.
They stormed, and they struggled, and bit—till the
air
Was filled with their feathers and shrieks,
And soon, oh, the pitiful sight that they were,
With the blood trickling all down their beaks!
They rushed round the yard at a terrible rate,
And nearer the cellar they came—
Where the trap-door was open, and lying in wait
Lay the cat, quite enjoying the game.
Nearer, nearer they come! and they tumble and
roll
Until, suddenly staggering, one
Disappeared out of sight in that horrible hole,
And a shriek told the deed that was done!
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