Harry Graham - Inconsiderate Hannah

Naughty little Hannah said
She could make her grandma whistle,
So, that night, inside her bed
Placed some nettles and a thistle.

Though dear grandma quite infirm is,
Heartless Hannah watched her settle,
With her poor old epidermis
Resting up against a nettle.

Suddenly she reached a thistle!
My! you should have heard her whistle!
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A successful plan was Hannah's,
But I cannot praise her manners.

Harry Graham

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