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Oft through the stillness of the summer night

We see the Brick Bat take his rapid flight.

And, with unerring aim, descending straight,

He meets a cat on the back garden gate.

The little Brick Bat could not fly alone,—

Oh, no; there is a power behind the thrown.

The Cat O' Nine Tails is not very nice,—

No good at all at catching rats and mice;

She eats no fish, though living on the sea,

And no one's friend or pet she seems to be.

Yet oft she makes it lively for poor Jack,—

Curls round his legs, and jumps upon his back.