A FINE OLD CHAP.
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I like this kind old sunny soul, Whom nothing can annoy; His pleasant smile is e'er the same, To fill my heart with joy. I like his quaint, ungainly shape; I like his big round face. Although he's clumsy through and through, To me he's full of grace. Indeed, he's sweet enough to eat— Feet, elbows, legs, and head— This very dear old gentleman, Who's made of gingerbread. R. K. Munkittrick.