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BERTIE was first. "I've won the race," he cried;
But soon upon his lips the triumph died,
And Bertie back in fear to Dennis ran:
"Oh Dennis, look! I ran against that man!
He shook and rattled so, and wagged his head,
And gave me such a fright!" "Pooh!" Dennis said,
"He will not hurt! "And then he made a bow:—
Good-bye, old soldier, we must leave you now.

NEXT afternoon, while at the Zoo', a little tale they heard
Of the elephant that's there, and you shall hear it word for word.