. Rhymes and jingles .. . he morning. THERE was a rare boy who fell ill,And begged them to give him a pill ; For my kind parents sake, The dose I will take,Said this rare little boy who fell ill. 1/4 RHYMES AND JINGLES. TAKING TIME TO GROW. MAMMA ! mamma ! two eaglets cried, To let us fly you ve never want to go outside and play ;We 11 promise not to go mother wisely shook her head : No, no, my dears. Not yet, she said. ii But, mother dear, they called again, We want to see those things called men,And all the world so grand and gay,Papa described the other —dont you kn
. Rhymes and jingles .. . he morning. THERE was a rare boy who fell ill,And begged them to give him a pill ; For my kind parents sake, The dose I will take,Said this rare little boy who fell ill. 1/4 RHYMES AND JINGLES. TAKING TIME TO GROW. MAMMA ! mamma ! two eaglets cried, To let us fly you ve never want to go outside and play ;We 11 promise not to go mother wisely shook her head : No, no, my dears. Not yet, she said. ii But, mother dear, they called again, We want to see those things called men,And all the world so grand and gay,Papa described the other —dont you know?—he told you thenAbout a little tiny wren,That flew about so brave and bold,When it was scarcely four weeks old ? But still the mother shook her head ;No, no, my dears, not yet, she you see the world below,Far bigger you will have to s time enough to look for men ;And as for wrens —a wren s a if your freedom does come late ?An eaglet can afford to wait. .. TAKING TIME TO GROW. 175. NO, NO, MY DEARS, NOT YET, SHE SAID. i;6 RHYMES AND JINGLES. THE NAUGHTY BOY. OCH, save us ! cried Betty, I m most driven wild ; Would you shtep here a moment, maam, please ?For the sowl of me, maam, I cant ready the childWhile he keeps up such doins as these. I might better be curlin a porkerpine quill, Or washin the face of a eel, Than be dressin of him—for he never bees stillLess I howld him by neck an by heel. Its three blissed times since I put on his clothes That hes wriggled stret off o the chair;Not a moment ago he attack-ted me nose,And its twice hes been into me hair. If ye 11 credit me, maam, wid his cryin an kickin,Hes brought tears to my eyes, maam, like rain —If he wasnt so bad, maam, I would nt be speakin,For I niver was one to complain. Thus summoned, I went to the nursery-door , There sat master Johnny, I said, as I lifted him up from the floor, Why, Johnny, whats all this about ? A scream was his answer. His flushed little fac
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