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Henry King

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The Chief Defect of Henry King     Was chewing little bits of String.     At last he swallowed some which tied     Itself in ugly Knots inside.     Physicians of the Utmost Fame     Were called at once; but when they came     They answered, as they took their Fees,     "There is no Cure for this Disease.     "Henry will very soon be dead.''     His Parents stood about his Bed     Lamenting his Untimely Death,     When Henry, with his Latest Breath,     Cried, "Oh, my Friends, be warned by me,     That Breakfast, Dinner, Lunch, and Tea     Are all the Human Frame requires...''     With that, the Wretched Child expires.

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