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Gladys Mehitable Arabelle Jane Could never be taught to sew! Her mother’s instruction she viewed with disdain; Her grandmother’s teaching was given in vain. Her needles she’d break and her thread she would lose, Her thimble she’d hide in the tops of her shoes, She’d tear a fine handkerchief given to make, Her sampler she’d throw to the puppy to shake; And then she would cry, and she’d fret, and she’d scold, And vow if she lived to be ninety years old She never would learn to sew!