A basketful of eggs she bore
To barter with in trade
The Go-cart and the Lady met
(Informally, no doubt)
And made a sort of omelette
And spread it round about!
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A Painter on a ladder perched,
Was working at his calling--
Against its foot the Go-cart lurched
And sent the fellow sprawling
His pot of paint came tumbling down
And wrong side up, it settled
About a Chappie's flaxen crown--
Oh, my! but he was nettled!
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A German Band across the street
Its way was slowly wending,
Which was a movement indiscreet,
The way that things were tending
The Go-cart struck the bass drum square,
And passed completely through it.
The Drummer madly tore his hair
And said, "Vy did you do it?"
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Some Workingmen were putting in
A heavy plate-glass front.
The Go-cart then came rushing in
And did its little stunt
It smashed to bits a crystal pane
Two sweating men were bearing,
And sped on down the slanting plane
And left them mad and swearing!
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An automobile big and brown
Was chugging up the hill,
And met the Go-cart plunging down
With speed that boded ill
At once there rose a noise and din
Of people in dismay.
A Sandwich-man then butted in
And opened up a way!
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A Lad was rushing with a Hat
Some Lady had been buying--
The Go-cart caught--and laid him flat,
And sent the hat-box flying
The Hat fell out and settled down
Upon our Bobby's head.
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