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With whisker'd chin
When guests come in,
To me they fly,
And grasp me tight.
Until with fright,
I'm forc'd to cry.
'Tis surely rude
Thus to intrude
On ladies fair,
Do let me know
To treat you so,
If people dare.
To send with this
A New-Year's kiss
To Margaret fair,
Who's three years old,.
And wise I'm told,
I hardly dare.
