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I RSE OOK IN THE PLASS.
LOOK in the glass,
What a puckered up face!
Where's the boy come in my boy's place?
j Let's get an iron to smooth out the crumples;
Then we won't see any more rumples.;
SSmooth out the rumples, and smooth out the frown,
Then a sweeter little boy won't be found about town.
FIRa Fire' Fire' \ hat a big fire'
Let's build ;i h:lh.-:r--
Give it a poke,
To send up the' smoke.
See the spark, fly
Up to the sky-
Everybody run quick,
Bring a barrel, bring a stick.
H.j:, it .cri,:~Ile. I how it roars
What fun out of doors'
Let'-. 1uild it lhi her,
Hire' Fir'-i Firc'l What a IJig fire'
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SPLASH, splash, splash, and roar, roar, roar
Hark to the waves on the long sea shore
Weeds, and rocks, and shells and sarid,-
See what the water gives to the land.
Roar, roar, roar, and splash, splash, splash I
Up on the sea shore the wild waves dash
Driftwood, straws, leaves from the tree,--
See what the land gives up to the sea.
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POOR, disappointed Georgie!
Life seems so terribly sad,
That, birds, and trees, and blossoms,
Can't comfort the little lad.
And this is what's the matter,
The circus has come to town;
With horses, tents, and music,
And funny old frisky clown.
All of the boys are going,
But Georgie; and this is why
He crept away to the orchard,
And ihrew. himself down to cry.
Never to see the horses
Go dashing around the ring;
Not to look at the monkeys,
The lions, or anything;
How on earth can he stand it ?
Can he ever smile again ?
So many tears are falling,
The grass thinks it must be rain.
Never mind, little Georgie,
I wouldn't shed one more tear;
You will forget all about it,
When you are a man. my dear.
p PU P OYS,
THF runniest l.oy that ever you saw!
His face is so red:
He can't lift his head:
Such squirmy wee toes:
Su. h a mite of a nose:
And would :\u hbeli- e. he'. .re. ioulus as gold?--
This blit of humanity, three neekrk o.ld
The -unninest boy that :ever you saw
He H -eginnrne t.. talk.
H .- s learniin, t \ialk.
H, i **I l.',iL, m an Et.- pa.
.-'An dear bal., t,. man
And \yu think. \when round him yuur arms yu Fold
What a lap full ol.'oimlirt or One year cild
The lo\veliest hoy that ever you saw'
Such kicking an]d jirng.
Such funny gc,,:l-o ..,lng,
Suc-h gr.et I.' [blure eves
Made r.,unld wth surprise
One minute he laugh n-\t p;riiite he II .. old
This mortel of lutelince three months old
The naughtiest -boI that e'.er ,-yu saW '
He bri:ak, up his t.,
T.- lin'd \hat mr;ak-e the nl.,t .
He makes, fa'.es at v.'u,
Then hu ._ \..u i-Il iat, y,.:u,
You'll und \ ith a ki ., w.her ,: \,:u meant .t ,i 1.1
This niischie\ois liver oi F%,: years uld
The no:is-ies.t b:,-, that ever vuu saw'
He \ hi;tl-s and' :alls.
H- stamp thirhu.h the halls:
He is out at th -- kne.c:
He's a t-rrillIe lease:
He ': about as much as the house will hold
And yet we are proud of our ten year old.
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THE biggest boy that ever you saw!
He's wonderful wise
(That's in his own eyes);
r By the way he behaves,
I am sure that he shaves;
,) He calls you "a brick," and tells you "you're
He's our dear boy still, though fifteen years old.
0, where is my boy! he's grown out of sight!
He's so big and tall,
He is no boy at all;
He is such a great beau,
Says "we fellows do so;"
And before the rest of his story's told,
He will be a grown man of many years old.
FOME AND JISS PE.
"COME and kiss me." "No, no, no."-
"Yes, yes, yes,-I want one so;
Can't spare any, when you've so many?
Why no one misses twenty kisses."
TALLY JTO !
TALLY ho I Tally ho!
How fast the horses go!
Blow the horn, and crack the whip,
Run fast, but don't you trip,
Tally ho! Tally ho I
Blow! Blow! Blow!
To let the folks know
The coach is coming up the road,
Bringing in a heavy load,
Tally ho! Tally ho!
Slow! Slow! Slow!
Up the hill we go !
Amy, you must hold on fast
Till the steep hill is past
Tally ho! Tally ho!
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THREE small children were fishing,
Fishing with rod and line,
One was three, and one was six,
And one was nearly nine.
/_'- What do you think they fished for?
One of them really thought,
Out of a nurs'ry window,
Real live fish could be caught.
One of them just pretended
Fish could be caught that way;
He stood by the window and listened,
Just because it was play.
One of them thought 'twas funny.
SBecause the others wished,
So she stood with her brothers,
And that's the way they fished.
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