There was a Young Lady of Hull,
Who was chased by a virulent bull;
But she seized on a spade,
And called out, 'Who's afraid?'
Which distracted that virulent bull.
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Art is born of the observation and investigation of nature.
by Patience Worth
Who art thou,
Who tracketh 'pon the path o' me-
O' each turn, aye, and track?
Thou! And thou astand!
And o'er thy face a cloud,
Aye, a darked and somber cloud!
Who art thou,