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Logic and Spotted Dog
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NLESS you 'ide that axe," she sez, "'E'll 'urt 'imself reel bad.
An after all–Now, Bill, don't cry!—the trouble that I've 'ad
Wiv 'im tho' croop an' whoopin' corf, 'e goes an' cuts 'imself!
Why don't you 'ang it on the wall, or 'ide it on a shelf?
But there it wus, jist thrown about. You ort to take more care!
You left it there!
"You left it there," she sez, "an' now..." I sez, "'Old on a jiff.
Let's give the fac's all sorted out before we 'as a tiff.
I'm mighty careful wiv that axe, an' never leaves it out.
An' I'd be mad if that young imp got knockin' it about."
"Ole axe!" she sez. "Look at 'is thumb! A precious lot you care!
You left it there!"
