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A German Band across the street
Its way was slowly wending,
Which was a movement indiscreet,
The way that things were tending

The Go-cart struck the bass drum square,
And passed completely through it. 
The Drummer madly tore his hair
And said, “Vy did you do it?”

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Some Workingmen were putting in
A heavy plate-glass front. 
The Go-cart then came rushing in
And did its little stunt

It smashed to bits a crystal pane
Two sweating men were bearing,
And sped on down the slanting plane
And left them mad and swearing!

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An automobile big and brown
Was chugging up the hill,
And met the Go-cart plunging down
With speed that boded ill

At once there rose a noise and din
Of people in dismay. 
A Sandwich-man then butted in
And opened up a way!

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A Lad was rushing with a Hat
Some Lady had been buying—­
The Go-cart caught—­and laid him flat,
And sent the hat-box flying

The Hat fell out and settled down
Upon our Bobby’s head. 
“Say, I’m the swellest kid in town!”
The precious rascal said

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A Newsboy next was somehow hit—­
The Go-cart, swift and dextrous,
Contrived to muss him up a bit
And fill the air with extras

One copy Bobby neatly scooped,
And saw this wild display,
In type so bold it fairly whooped: 
“A Go-cart Breaks away!”

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Then as the Go-cart speeded by,
A Bulldog, quite pugnacious,
Seized on the handle on the fly
And clung with grip tenacious

The Go-cart’s speed was so increased
The Dog streamed out behind it,
And Bobby turned to pet the beast
Which didn’t seem to mind it!

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Perambulating down the street
Was Miss Lucile O’Grady—­
The Go-cart knocked her off her feet
And took on board the Lady

“Your fare!” said Bobby, with a shout,
One chubby hand extending. 
But Miss O’Grady tumbled out
With shrieks the heavens rending

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A Herder up the weary grade
A yearling Calf was leading. 
The creature was a stubborn jade
And lunged about, unheeding

The Go-cart caught the rope midway
Between the Calf and Herder,
And both fell in behind the shay
With cries of “Ba-a!” and “Murder!”

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Two Chappies at a tennis meet
Were battling fast and hard—­
The Go-cart skidded off the street
And shot across the yard

The game was “forty all,” but then
It didn’t end that day—­
The Go-cart dashed into the net
And carried it away!

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On came the Go-cart down the grade
(The town was now behind it)
And ran into an orchard’s shade
Where Providence resigned it!