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27175	Belloc, Hilaire	The Bad Child's Book of Beasts			.txt	text/plain	1096	139	87	Of cutting all the pictures out! Your little hands were made to take The better things and leave the worse ones. Darling, your little tiny hands I CALL you bad, my little child, Because a manner rude and wild Who eat like little Hogs, As a friend to the children The Tartar who dwells on the plains of Thibet Then tell your papa where the Yak can be got, He has a big head and a very small waist; And a good little child will not play with him. He makes a pretty playfellow for any little child; The sun yet warms his native ground-(A picture of how people try I'll buy a little parachute (A picture of how people shoot How like this Big Baboon would be Rhinoceros, you are an ugly beast. Transcriber's Note: The original edition was well-illustrated. For the poem titled "The Elephant," a word in small-capitals is denoted	./cache/27175.txt	./txt/27175.txt