StNicholas [serial] . g^l HE night before the greatField DaySeemed made of a mil-lion hours!The Happychaps scarcely slept a wink,The Skiddoodles, ratherless, I think;And then (like some friends of ours),When it was almosttime to rise,Unheeding the glow in the eastern skies,They calmly turned over and closed their eyes!The sun was so anxious the day to break,That some of the Happychaps were nt awakeWhen over the hills the impatient fellowShowed his smiling face so round and soon the breakfast-bells loudly rang,Then up the Skiddoodles and Happychaps sprang;Around they flewWith such to
StNicholas [serial] . g^l HE night before the greatField DaySeemed made of a mil-lion hours!The Happychaps scarcely slept a wink,The Skiddoodles, ratherless, I think;And then (like some friends of ours),When it was almosttime to rise,Unheeding the glow in the eastern skies,They calmly turned over and closed their eyes!The sun was so anxious the day to break,That some of the Happychaps were nt awakeWhen over the hills the impatient fellowShowed his smiling face so round and soon the breakfast-bells loudly rang,Then up the Skiddoodles and Happychaps sprang;Around they flewWith such to-do,That they all tumbled over one anotherAnd every one said, Excuse me, brother!As it chanced, it was a be-yootiful day;Indeed, by the way,I truly may sayT was the be-yootifullest day that ever was seen,And they all started off on their walk to the the green was a large, big, enormous placeWhich covered much length and breadth of space,Indeed, I should say,In a general way,T was about the size of a field of
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