. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . The Chinese plate looked very blue,d wailed, Oh, dear! what shall we do!*But the gingham dog and the calico catWallowed this way and tumbled that,Employing every tooth and clawIn the awfullest way you ever saw—And, Oh! how the gingham and calico flew!(Dont fancy I exaggerate!I got my views from the Chinese plate!) Next morning where the two had satThey found no trace of dog or cat;And some folks think unto this dayThat burglars stole that pair away!But the truth about that cat and pupIs this: They ate each other up!Now what do you rea
. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . The Chinese plate looked very blue,d wailed, Oh, dear! what shall we do!*But the gingham dog and the calico catWallowed this way and tumbled that,Employing every tooth and clawIn the awfullest way you ever saw—And, Oh! how the gingham and calico flew!(Dont fancy I exaggerate!I got my views from the Chinese plate!) Next morning where the two had satThey found no trace of dog or cat;And some folks think unto this dayThat burglars stole that pair away!But the truth about that cat and pupIs this: They ate each other up!Now what do you really think of that!(The old Dutch clock it told me so, And that is how I came to know.) —Eugene Field. O wad some power the giftie gie usTo see ourselves as others see us,Tt wad frae monie a blunder free us, And foolish notion. •—Robert Burns. THE ANT AND THE CRICKET. A silly young cricket, accustomed to sing Through the warm sunny months of gay summer and spring, Began to complain, when he found that at home His cupboard was empty and winter was come. Not a crumb to be found On the snow-covered ground; Not a flower could he see, Not a leaf on a tree :Oh, what will come, says the cricket, of me1? At last by starvation and famine made bold, All dripping with wet and all trembling with cold, Away he set off to a miserly ant, To see if, to keep him alive he would grant Him a shelter from rain: A mouthful of grain He wished only to borrow, Hed repay it to-morrow:If not, he must die of starvation and sorrow. Says the ant to the cricket, Im your servant and friend, But we ants never borrow, we ants never lend; But tell me, dear you lay nothing by When the weather was warm? Said the cricket, Not I. My heart was so lightThat I sang day and night,For all nature looked sang, sir, you say?Go then, said the ant, and dan
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