Peter Newell, The Hole Book, plate 11

	Dick Bumble, with a bag of grain, Was going out to grind it, When through the bag the bullet tore And left a hole behind it!

	Dick neither knew the bag was pinked, Nor that a hole was in it, And wondered why the load he bore Grew lighter every minute.

Peter Newell, The Hole Book, New York, Harper & Brothers, 1908, plate 11.

Online edition by Marco Graziosi, December 1999.
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