A vender of balloons, a chap
    In Russia born and bred,
Came ambling through the dusty street,
    His wares above his head.
 
 
 
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  "Balloons! Balloons! Who vants to buy?"
    He shrilly cried. "I say—"
Just then his enterprise collapsed—
    The shot had come that way.
 
 

 


Peter Newell, The Hole Book, New York, Harper & Brothers, 1908, plate 15.

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Online edition by Marco Graziosi, December 1999.
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