. Rhymes and jingles for a good child . o her mother? The girlie who cries At the cloudy skies,Or the girlie who laughs, like the other? 57 THE POST-OFFICE. Do\vx at Grandpas use ter beThe queerest thing you ever see!Why just a post-office on a tree!Honest, just a wooden box,Thout any hinges, bars or locks—Just a box nailed on a tree,Queerest thing you ever see ! Evry day from far and nearAll the neighbors gathered here.(I went long of Grandpa dear,)Thered be letters just a few.(Oncet I found one, Pa, from you!)Evry day from far and nearAll the neighbors gathered here! Oncet I found—now guess
. Rhymes and jingles for a good child . o her mother? The girlie who cries At the cloudy skies,Or the girlie who laughs, like the other? 57 THE POST-OFFICE. Do\vx at Grandpas use ter beThe queerest thing you ever see!Why just a post-office on a tree!Honest, just a wooden box,Thout any hinges, bars or locks—Just a box nailed on a tree,Queerest thing you ever see ! Evry day from far and nearAll the neighbors gathered here.(I went long of Grandpa dear,)Thered be letters just a few.(Oncet I found one, Pa, from you!)Evry day from far and nearAll the neighbors gathered here! Oncet I found—now guess the rest ! Course you cant! Well, twas a nest Close into the corner presst. Just you think ! And still the same Every day the neighbors came. There it stayed all self-confesst Just a little blue-birds nest ! 58 Down at Grandpas use ter be The queerest thing you ever see! Why just a post-office on a tree ! How do you spose our own would work With just a little bird for clerk? Down at Grandpas use ter be Just a box nailed on a tree !. 59 JACKIE WONDERS. I WONDER, wonder all the day. * I hear our thoughtful Jackie sav : I wonder if this lectric light Would make our biddies lay by night ; I wonder why I can not crawl Like buzzing flies upon the wall; I wonder why I cant eat flowers Just like that bossy-calf of ours ; I wonder, wonder, wonder whether God always likes His kind of weather! 60 WISHING. On, I wiVh a big, big wish! But what can wishing do?I wish I were a sailor-man, To sail the ocean blue. And I wish I were a soldier,With a really truly gun ; And I wish I were a hunter make the tigers run. And I wish I were a circus clown ; But, oh! when night comes on,Id rather be of all the world My mammas little John ! 61 THAT SINGULAR BOY. I KNOW a boy, the strangest boy, He never shouts nor stamps his feet ; He never pulls the pussys voice is ever lo\v and sweet; The strangest boy in all the lands, And, oh ! lie loves to wash his hands. I know a boy, the strange
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