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The Boy Scouts of the Air
"Saying, close your face and let me sleep," growled Legs, just feeling his first delicious drowsiness.
"Got me that time, didn't you?" Jimmy returned, and then he slowly composed:
"There is a young fellow named Legs
Who ... trots on a pair of slim pegs;
He can ... wiggle each ear ...
In a way ... that I fear ...
He's kin to—a—a—a—"
But while drowsily trying to search out a suitable rhyme, he, too, fell asleep.
