But inside it was red.


I

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I was an Inkstand new,
Papa he likes to use it;
He keeps it in his pocket now,
For fear that he should lose it.


J

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J was some Apple Jam,
Of which Papa ate part;
But all the rest he took away
And stuffed into a tart.


K

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K was a great new Kite;
Papa he saw it fly
Above a thousand chimney pots,