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276 MAY COLVIN.
" 0 hold your tongue, my pretty parrot, ' «
Lay not the blame upon me ; Tour cage will be made of the beaten gold,
And the spakes of ivorie."
Up then spake the king himself,
In the chamber where he lay : ro
" 0 what ails the pretty parrot,
That prattles so long ere day ? "
" It was a cat cam to my cage door ;
I thought't would have worried me ; And I was calling on fair May Colvin n
To take the cat from me."