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Rebecca

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Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably     A trick that everyone abhors     In little girls is slamming doors.     A wealthy banker's little daughter     Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater     (By name Rebecca Offendort),     Was given to this furious sport.     She would deliberately go     And slam the door like billy-o!     To make her uncle Jacob start.     She was not really bad at heart,     But only rather rude and wild;     She was an aggravating child...     It happened that a marble bust     Of Abraham was standing just     Above the door this little lamb     Had carefully prepared to slam,     And down it came! It knocked her flat!     It laid her out! She looked like that.     Her funeral sermon (which was long     And followed by a sacred song)     Mentioned her virtues, it is true,     But dwelt upon her vices too,     And showed the deadful end of one     Who goes and slams the door for fun.     The children who were brought to hear     The awful tale from far and near     Were much impressed, and inly swore     They never more would slam the door,     As often they had done before.

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