An Angered Father For His Whip
An angered father went for his whip
And son made for a man to him grip:
Ferdinand's sudden timely smart slip;
The cowhide would have slashed his hip!
Now as safe as a bird on a roof,
Father's relaxed grip on whip sound proof
Town send knew the rules and would not goof.
At home he'll change son's right foot to hoof.
"Fine! let him present success savor?
What shall meet him not in his favor".
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