. Rhymes and jingles . ould not have thinking and plotting for self all the frisking about, sir, in bachelor style,With no one to nurse you when hurt, sir, dont doctor, moaned froggy,It isnt too now shed consentTo soften my Eng! dear, run off for Miss Gung, right away. THE FROG. 189 words were his last. He never moved more,But lay through the starlight, all fainting and sore(And those weary night-watchers, how rasping theirsnore) ! In the morning they found him Stretched out stiff and stark —He had died all aloneIn the cold and the
. Rhymes and jingles . ould not have thinking and plotting for self all the frisking about, sir, in bachelor style,With no one to nurse you when hurt, sir, dont doctor, moaned froggy,It isnt too now shed consentTo soften my Eng! dear, run off for Miss Gung, right away. THE FROG. 189 words were his last. He never moved more,But lay through the starlight, all fainting and sore(And those weary night-watchers, how rasping theirsnore) ! In the morning they found him Stretched out stiff and stark —He had died all aloneIn the cold and the chord of existence had snapt, they averred,In trying to utter one sweet little , as over his body his weeping sire hung,Twas plain to be that mouths very the last mournful sound of his life had been —Gung! Oh! gentlemen far, and gentlemen near,And striplings fair, and children dear,Be warned by the mournful tale, heigho!Of the frog who wouldnt a-wooing go. 90 RHYMES AND THE STUBBORN BOOT. Bother ! was all John Clatterby breath came quick, and his cheek was red,He flourished his elbows, and looked absurd,While, over and over, his Bother ! I heard. Harder and harder the fellow worked,Vainly and savagely still he jerked ;The boot, half on, would dangle and flap — Qh bother ! and then he broke the strap. THE STUBBORN BOOT 19I Redder than ever his hot cheek flamed ;Harder than ever he fumed and blamed ;He wriggled his heel, and tugged at the leatherTill knees and chin came bumping together. My boy! sai^ I, in a voice like a flute, Why not — ahem ! — try the mate of that boot;Or the other foot ? — Im a goose, laughed John,As he stood, in a flash, with his two boots on. In half the affairs Of this busy life(As that same day I said to my wife),Our troubles come From trying to putThe left hand shoe On the right-hand foot,Or vice versa (Meaning, reverse, sir).To try to force. As quite of wrong foot In the righ
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