30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay
There Was A Small Boy Of Quebec
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THERE was a small boy of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck;
When they said. "Are you friz?"
He replied, "Yes, I is—
But we don't call this cold in Quebec."
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