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And they should pray before they eat I’ll not pinch her ears, nor tread on her paw,
To thank the Lord for bread and meat Lest I should provoke her to use her sharp claw;
Please, do not gobble down your food, I never will vex her, nor make her displeased,
But eat like little children should. For Pussy can’t bear to be worried or teased.
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"I saw you go to sleep last night And all the people passing by
Before I ceased my playing; Looked up to see the bird
How did you get ‘way over there? Whose singing was the sweetest
And where have you been staying?" That ever they had heard.
I never go to sleep, dear child,
But all the bright eyes looked in vain;
I just go round to see
For birdie was so small,
The little children of the east,
And, with a modest dark brown coat,
Who rise and watch for me."
He made no show at all.
"I waken all the birds and bees
And flowers on my way, "Dear Papa," little Gracie said,
And now come back to see the child "Where can this birdie be?
Who stayed out late at play." If I could only sing like that
I’d sit where folks could see."
6. FIREFLIES
by Elizabeth Jenkins "I hope my little girl will learn
I like the warm dark summer night, A lesson from that bird;
When fireflies burn their golden light, And try to do what good she can —
And flit so softly through the air, Not to be seen nor heard.”
Now up, now down, now over there!
“This birdie is content to sit
They sparkle in my apple tree, Unnoticed by the way,
And from the grass they wink at me, And sweetly sing his Maker's praise,
And turn their lights on one by one; From dawn to close of day.”
I think it would be lots of fun
If I could shine at evening, too, “So live, my child, to do some good,
Just as the little fireflies do. Let life be short or long;
Though people may forget your looks,
But Mother tells me I can be They'll not forget your song."
A little light for all to see,
A little candle clear and bright
That shines for Jesus day and night.
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Who taught the busy bee to fly The sunshine flickers through the lace
Among the sweetest herbs and flowers, Of leaves above my head;
And lay her store of honey by, And kisses me about the face,
Providing food for winter hours? Like Mother, before bed.
Who taught the little ant the way The wind comes stealing o'er the grass
Her narrow cell so well to bore To whisper pretty things;
And through the pleasant summer day And though I cannot see him pass,
To gather up her winter store? I feel his careful wings.
‘Twas God who taught them all the way, And high above the clouds I know
And gave the little creatures skill; That God is watching, too;
He teaches children, when they pray, He loves me and He always sees,
To know and do His heavenly will. Each little thing I do.
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How skillfully she builds her cell! Though young birds, in flying, fall,
How neat she spreads the wax! Still their wings grow stronger,
And labours hard to store it well And the next time they can keep
With the sweet food she makes. Up a little longer.
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27. ABRAHAM LINCOLN 29. MY DOG
by Mildred Plew Meigs by Marchette Chute
Remember he was poor and country-bred; His nose is short and scrubby;
His face was lined; he walked with awkward gait. His ears hang rather low
Smart people laughed at him sometimes and said, And he always brings a stick back,
"How can so very plain a man be great?" No matter how far you throw.
Remember that his eyes could light with fun; 30. BUTTERFLY
That wisdom, courage, set his name apart; by William Jay Smith
But when the rest is duly said and done, Of living creatures most I prize
Remember that men loved him for his heart. Black-spotted yellow Butterflies
Sailing softly through the skies.
28. FOREIGN CHILDREN
by Robert Louis Stevenson Whisking light from each sunbeam,
Little Indian, Sioux or Crow, Gliding over field and stream —
Little frosty Eskimo, Like fans unfolding in a dream,
Little Turk or Japanese,
O! don’t you wish that you were me? Like fans of gold lace flickering
Before a drowsy elfin king
You have seen the scarlet trees For whom the thrush and linnet sing —
And the lions over seas; Soft and beautiful and bright
You have eaten ostrich eggs, As hands that move to touch the light
And turned the turtles off their legs. When Mother leans to say good night.
Such a life is very fine,
But it's not as nice as mine:
You must often, as you trod,
Have wearied not to be abroad
You have curious things to eat,
I am fed on proper meat;
You must dwell beyond the foam,
But I am safe and live at home.
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He does not greatly care for sweets And I just heard my father
Like ice cream, apple pie, or custard, Say to my mother –
But takes to flavor what he eats "But, darling, he must be
A little hippopotomustard. Somewhere or other;”
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I’d take the hound with the drooping ears A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
That sits by himself alone Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
Cockers and Cairns and wobbly pups
For to be my very own. A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
I might buy a parrot all red and green,
And the monkey I saw before, A tree that may in summer wear
If I had a hundred dollars to spend, A nest of robins in her hair;
Or maybe a little more.
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
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49. THE DUEL 50. THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT
Eugene Field Edward Lear
The gingham dog and the calico cat The Owl and the Pussy cat went to sea
Side by side on the table sat; In a beautiful pea-green boat,
‘Twas half-past twelve, and (what do you think!) They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Not one nor t’other had slept a wink! Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate The owl looked up to the stars above,
Appeared to know as sure as fate And sang to a small guitar,
There was going to be a terrible spat. “O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
(I wasn’t there; I simply state What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!) You are,
You are!
The gingham dog went “bow-wow-wow!” What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
And the calico cat replied “mee-ow!”
The air was littered, an hour or so, Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!
With bits of gingham and calico, How charmingly sweet you sing!
While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place O let us be married! Too long we have tarried:
Up with its hands before its face, But what shall we do for a ring?”
For it always dreaded a family row! They sailed away, for a year and a day,
(Now mind: I’m only telling you To the land where the Bong-tree grows
What the old Dutch clock declares is true!) And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
The Chinese plate looked very blue, His nose,
And wailed, “Oh dear! what shall we do!” His nose,
But the gingham dog and the calico cat With a ring at the end of his nose.
Wallowed this way and tumbled that,
Employing every tooth and claw “Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
In the awfullest way you ever saw – Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
And, oh! How the gingham and calico flew! So they took it away, and were married next day
(Don’t fancy I exaggerate – By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
I got my news from the Chinese plate!) They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon
Next morning, where the two had sat And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They found no trace of dog or cat; They danced by the light of the moon,
And some folks think unto this day The moon,
That burglars stole that pair away! The moon,
But the truth about the cat and pup They danced by the light of the moon.
Is this: they ate each other up!
Now what do you really think of that! 51. WORK WHILE YOU WORK
(The old Dutch clock it told me so, M. A. Stodart
And that is how I came to know.) Work while you work,
Play while you play;
One thing each time,
That is the way.
All that you do,
Do with your might;
Things done by halves
Are not done right.
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So-
Keep a picture in your pocket
and a poem in your head
and you’ll never feel lonely
at night when you’re in bed.
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