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Where, near the door,
Some ripe plums lay,
And Satan whispered,
Ida May—
Take but one plum,
Then run away;
You'll not be seen
By Mr. Gray.
Oh, had she thought
One prayer to say,
She'd not have sinned,
Poor Ida May!
She caught one up,
Then ran away,
And was not seen
By Mr. Gray.
Ah, sinful child,
To disobey
The Word of God—
Hear, Ida May!
"Thou shalt not steal!"
Now hear Him say,
And you have stolen
From Mr. Gray.
