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One, Two, what shall I do?
The dog's run off with my new shoe.
Three, Four, out the door
He's done this kind of thing before.
Five, Six, get in a fix
He thinks it's one of his party tricks.
Seven, Eight, in a right old state
He's nipped out the garden gate.
Nine, Ten, I don't know when
I'll ever get it back again!
by
John Townsend
