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With a whiskety swish of my tail

   I dash over hill 'n dale;

With a flickety flash in my eye

   I pass ne'er a garden by.

 

With a flippity-twitch of my ear

   I listen as others draw near;

Then whiskety, flickety, flippity biff!

   They run, and they stumble and rum-bly tumble

Afraid 'lest I give them a whiff!

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