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The Window has Four little Panes:

        But One have I;

The Window-Panes are in its sash,—

        I wonder why!

My Feet they haul me 'round the House;

        They hoist me up the Stairs;

I only have to steer them and

        They ride me everywheres.

Remarkable truly, is Art!

See—Elliptical wheels on a Cart!

        It looks very fair

        In the Picture up there;

But imagine the Ride when you start!

I'd rather have fingers than Toes;

I'd rather have Ears than a Nose

        And as for my hair,

        I'm glad it's all there,

I'll be awfully sad when it goes!

I wish that my Room had a floor;

I don't so much care for a Door,

        But this walking around

        Without touching the ground

Is getting to be quite a bore!