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And the miller did learn a new song, and sang it right merrily for
many years; for each day Nathalie came down to the mill to show that
she had not forgotten him.
The Little Man and His Little Gun
The Little Man and His Little Gun
There was a little man and he had a little gun,
And the bullets were made of lead, lead, lead.
He went to the brook and shot a little duck,
And the bullet went right through its head, head, head.
There was once a little man named Jimson, who had stopped growing when
he was a boy, and never started again. So, although he was old enough
to be a man he was hardly big enough, and had he not owned a bald head
and gray whiskers you would certainly have taken him for a boy
whenever you saw him.
This little man was very sorry he was not bigger, and if you wanted to
make him angry you had but to call attention to his size. He dressed
just as big men do, and wore a silk hat and a long-tailed coat when he
went to church, and a cap and top-boots when he rode horseback. He
walked with a little cane and had a little umbrella made to carry when
it rained. In fact, whatever other men did this little man was anxious
to do also, and so it happened that when the hunting season came
around, and all the men began to get their guns ready to hunt for
snipe and duck, Mr.
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