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There was a little fellow Who lived across the sea, His hair was brown and yellow As any honey-bee. Sometimes he was the smartest Of warriors in the van; He was a Bonapartist, And a Republican.

A fort of cards he builded, Though now and then they slid; With ammunition filled it, Or made believe he did; And when the fort was wrought up, This little man amain His big artillery brought up, And blew it down again!