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6. Just then, with a wink and a sly normal lurch, 

 The owl, very gravely, got down from his perch, 

 Walked round, and regarded his fault-finding critic 

 (Who thought he was stuffed) with a glance analytic, 

 And then fairly hooted, as if he should say : 

 "Your learning's at fault this time, anyway ; 

 Don't waste it again on a live bird, I pray. 

 I'm an owl ; you're another. Sir Critic, good dav ! " 

 And the barber kept on shaving. 



James T. Fiekk 



