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This little Bonapartist, Or, say, Republican, Would sometimes play the artist,-- The busy little man! Sometimes he was untidy, Though often he was smart; He thought that he was mighty In many kinds of Art. He sat like any fixture, The drawing-board before; And, oh, to see the mixture Of colours on the floor! Such was this little fellow, Who lived across the sea, Whose hair was brown and yellow, Just like a honey-bee.