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Dozens of damp little curls	A
One little short upper lip	B
Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls	A
Eyes clear and grey as the creek where it swirls	A
Over the ledges that's Tip	B
With a skip	B
A perfectly hopeless young nip	B
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Smudge on the tip of his nose	C
Mischievous glance of a Puck	D
Heart just as big as the rents in his clothes	E
Lungs like a locust and cheeks like a rose	C
Total it there you have Tuck	D
And bad luck	D
To the man who would question his pluck	D
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School is all over at last	F
School with its pothooks and strokes	G
Homeward they toddle but who could go fast	F
So many wonderful things to be passed	F
Froggie for instance who croaks	G
'Neath the oaks	G
By the creek where the watercress soaks	G
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Sandpipers dance on the bars	G
Swallows white throated and fleet	H
Dip thirsty beaks in the stream as they pass	G
Smooth water beetles that twinkle like stars	G
Watch the gay dragon flies greet	H
Hark how sweet	H
Is the pipe of the tiny pee weet	H
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Near too the earth is all torn	I
Strong willing workers have thrown	J
Great heaps of tailings smooth polished and worn	I
Round the mysterious caverns that yawn	K
Stacks of the snowy quartz stone	J
Grass grown	J
Piles of the Earth's dry bone	J
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Grasshoppers chirp on the brace	G
Briars drop berries blood red	H
Into the mouldering void of the race	G
Green mosses flourish on cutting and face	G
Children speak softly with dread	H
When they tread	H
In this desolate place of the dead	H
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Tum on ' said Tip here's a nest '	-
Looking behind as he ran	L
No ' said his brother expanding his chest	H
I like to play at pro'pectin' the best'	H
Thumping a rusty old pan	L
Then began	L
To wash up a dish like a man	L
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Tum on here's four little eggs	G
Do tum ' he whimpers his lip	B
A tremble his eyes wet by tears as he begs	G
And sharp briars are scratching his legs	G
A branch strikes his face like a whip	B
Then a slip	B
And a shaft swallows poor little Tip	B
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Peering and catching his breath	M
Tuck felt his little heart swell	N
Nothing at all could he see underneath	O
P'r'aps poor old Tippy had gone to his death	M
Would it hurt him if he fell	N
Who could tell	N
The depth of that horrible well	N
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Tippy oh Tip are you dead '	-
Never a sound or a sigh	P
Tuck held his breath his heart heavy as lead	H
Then Tuck where are you I've hurted my head '	-
Came up the quav'ring reply	P
And a cry	P
Oh Tuck don't go 'way or I'll die	P
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Tuck it's so dark I'm afraid '	-
He drew down his eyebrows and frowned	H
Up the creek down the creek somewhat dismayed	H
Miles to go home but again if he stayed	H
How would they ever be found Underground	H
In that cavern that swallowed all sound	H
	-
Tuck I'm all covered with blood	H
Sobbed the small voice without cess	G
Why don't you help me up out of the mud '	-
Tuck foraged out a long length of pine wood	H
Stripped off his little print dress	G
And just guess	G
Rigged a white flag of distress	G
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Truly the depth was not great	H
That though the babe did not know	Q
Lowering himself till the whole of his weight	H
Hung on the fingers that clutched the blue slate	H
Please God ' he let himself go	Q
And I trow	Q
That angel hands caught him below	Q
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Never a scratch or a mark	R
No and not even a tear	S
Little hands feeling their way through the dark	R
What if that other should be stiff and stark	R
Here I am Tippy quite near	T
Oh dear '	-
Then came the answer I'm here '	-
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Crouched in the mouth of a drive	U
Tippy sobbed out his delight	H
Not so much hurt after all quite alive	U
Almost convinced that no harm could arrive	U
Now that Tuck's arms clasped him tight	H
Then the light	H
Died slowly and lo it was Night	H
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Above the flag blows to the air	S
Sad parents seek vainly and weep	V
There are lights 'mid the thistles and cries of despair	S
A rifle cracks loudly and bonfires glare	S
Below where the blind creatures creep	V
Hidden deep	V
Two pretty babes smile in their sleep	V

Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake

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