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WEBSTER WORCESTER,

THE CHAMPION SPELLER.

Was filled with hope, and in its joy,

Just as the train began to start,

Shoved in the door a snivelling boy.

Nonplussed was Jones; the tiny thing

Climbed in his lap and kissed his face.

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It muchly loved to wildly sing

And howl, to Jones's sad disgrace.

He took him North, put him to school,

And, being slightly literary,

Gave him, in parting, this one rule,

"Web Worcester, stick to the dictionary."

And Webbie studied night and day,

Page after page he read and read,

And every visitor would say,

"Who is the boy with monstrous head?"

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