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But Maggie didn't mind, not she,
She would have faced, alone,
That fierce wild boar, because, you see,
The thing was made of stone.

On Magdalen walls they saw a face
That filled her with delight,
A giant face, that made grimace
And grinned with all its might.

A little friend, industrious.
Pulled upwards all the while
The corner of its mouth, and thus;
He helped that face to smile!

"How nice," thought Maggie, "it would be
If I could have a friend
To do that very thing for me
And make my mouth turn up with glee,.
By pulling at one end."

In Magdalen Park the deer are wild
With joy, that Maggie brings
Some bread a friend had given the child,,
To feed the pretty things.

They flock round Maggie without fear:
They breakfast and they lunch.
They dine, they sup, those happy deer —
Still, as they munch and munch,
Shouting the Battle-cry of Freedom L

"Yes, Deer are we,
And dear is she!
We love this child
So sweet and mild: