. Rhymes and jingles . Hurrah! cried Red, and well for me That I bulge in the ankle and foot, you see. And well for me, said White, that I, Though narrow and slim, am long and high. But, Red, after all, we need nt care. Though in shape and room we re not a pair ;For the cradle and crib hold sisters, you see,And the crib will give to the cradle from me. If I hold more and you hold less. The babies 11 make it even, I guess. Thats so, said Red, but I quite despair When you hang so grand on the back of achair. Pooh, pooh ! said White, dont think of that —Think of the hours that I m folded flat;And
. Rhymes and jingles . Hurrah! cried Red, and well for me That I bulge in the ankle and foot, you see. And well for me, said White, that I, Though narrow and slim, am long and high. But, Red, after all, we need nt care. Though in shape and room we re not a pair ;For the cradle and crib hold sisters, you see,And the crib will give to the cradle from me. If I hold more and you hold less. The babies 11 make it even, I guess. Thats so, said Red, but I quite despair When you hang so grand on the back of achair. Pooh, pooh ! said White, dont think of that —Think of the hours that I m folded flat;And how often, when shoe-pegs pierce methrough,I long to be woolen and thick like you. RED AND WHITE. **Thats so, said Red—twas his pet reply — But then I take so long to dry!Its very unpleasant to be so thick —Besides, I m just as red as a brick. My friend, said White, with an anxious sigh,How quickly your troubles multiply !I really think (here he gave a cough) It affects your spirits — to be kicked off. 225. Thats so, said Red again — I feelJust good for nothing from toe to kicks me off, till I m almost dead,I d die of the blues if I was nt so red. Come, neighbor, cheer up! said White in distress; We re only stockings, I must confess ;15 526 RHYMES AND JINGLltS. Yet we suit the feet that are wearing us out,So there really is nothing to worry about. The worst that stockings or children can doIs to hold the dark side always in fretting and fussing, dear Red, is know it is ; though I m only a stocking. And think how grand it will be, dear Red — Or how glad we shall feel, I should have said —When on Christmas morning, after their dear little owners into us peep. Thats so ! cried the other. Away with folly,For the rest of my days I mean to be may kick me off—the dear little tot —Whenever she pleases; Ill mind it not. Christmas is coming ! that s so! thats so ! And tJien Ill be somebody—wont I, the way
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