Ballads for little folk . two ; And all were selfish in their hearts, The same as I or you ; So the strong ones said, We will eat the bread, And that is what well do. Three little bugs in a basket,And the beds but two would hold ;So they all three fell to quarreling —The white, and black, and the gold ;And two of the bugs got under the rugs,And one was out in the cold ! So he that was left in the basket,Without a crumb to chew,Or a thread to wrap himself withal,When the wind across him blew, 28 Three Bugs. Pulled one of the rugs from one of the bugs,And so the quarrel grew ! And so there was w


Ballads for little folk . two ; And all were selfish in their hearts, The same as I or you ; So the strong ones said, We will eat the bread, And that is what well do. Three little bugs in a basket,And the beds but two would hold ;So they all three fell to quarreling —The white, and black, and the gold ;And two of the bugs got under the rugs,And one was out in the cold ! So he that was left in the basket,Without a crumb to chew,Or a thread to wrap himself withal,When the wind across him blew, 28 Three Bugs. Pulled one of the rugs from one of the bugs,And so the quarrel grew ! And so there was war in the basket, Ah, pity tis, tis true ! But he that was frozen and starved at last, A strength from his weakness drew, And pulled the rugs from both of the bugs, And killed and ate them, too ! Now, when bugs live in a basket, Though more than it well can hold, It seems to me they had better agree — The white, and the black, and the gold — And share what comes of the beds and crumbs, And leave no bug in the cold !.


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