Page 102 - Eng & Span for flipbook 2
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Story 64
Arf, Arf
The shaggy dog - certainly no dwarf,
Lives with his master upon a wharf.
Whenever hungry, he barks, "Arf, arf."
Then fish is served him, which down he'll scarf,
Up!
Yet not once has he thrown - Up.
In other words, barf!
