Sitting Bull After Harry Graham Ruthless Rhymes - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Squire Squint, aiming at a pheasant,
maimed instead a sitting bull,
turned tail, but ‘tis the bull at present
frames the ears, keeps leg to pull!
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