The Imp.

You may call him an imp,
    Or a gnome or a sprite;
And whate'er you call him
    You are sure to be right.

He is here, he is there,
    He will never stay long;
If you think he is caught,
    You are sure to be wrong.

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The Coachman.

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Blue-Coat.

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Prince Charming.

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Mollie.

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He smiles throughout the morning,
    And all the afternoon;
He smiles whene'er the sun shines,
    And also at the moon.

He smiles upon the carpet,
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