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His jaw was weak, but then he had an inquisitive will, His paws were small, but they were strong enough to hold on the edges; His eyes were dirty, but they had a shimmering twinkle in them, His mother was far, but then he enjoyed playing with his toy. He jumped on the right edge and grabbed it with his small paws and his wet jaw, he went right with it, and he went left; But poor he, his paws were small, small only to hold on one edge. As he grabbed on one edge, the air blew his toy from the other one, he left first and grabbed the second, but poor he, his paws were small, small only to hold on one edge. He tried tearing it while keeping his little paws on it, he tried tearing his hard toy; But poor he, his jaw was weak, weak only to wet it not tear. As he angrily nodded with it in his mouth, he put in his full strength; But poor he, his jaw was weak, weak only to wet it not tear. As he played on, he was overlooked by many, and smiled on by few; He