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It was indeed the great Magician,

Feeling, with careful toe, for every stair,

And retrograding careful as he can,

Backwards and downwards from his own two pair:

“Salpietro!” exclaimed Hum, “is the dog there?

He’s always in my way upon the mat!”

“He’s in the kitchen, or the Lord knows where,”⁠—

Replied the Swiss,⁠—“the nasty, yelping brat!”

“Don’t beat him!” return’d Hum, and on the floor came pat.