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d do the same. No scatter'd bits his eye can pass, He tastes and sips where'er he comes, He empties everybody's glass, And picks up everybody's crumbs. He'll not do so again, I hope: He has been warn'd enough, I think; For once he ate a piece of soap, And sipp'd for wine a glass of ink. POISONOUS FRUIT As Tommy and his sister Jane Were walking down a shady lane, They saw some berries, bright and red, That hung around and overhead; And soon the bough they bended down, To make the scarlet fruit their own; And part they ate, and part, in play, They threw about, and flung away. But long they had not been at home Before poor Jane and little Tom Were taken sick, and ill, to bed, And since, I've heard, they both are dead. Alas! had Tommy understood That fruit in lanes is seldom good, He might have walked with little Jane Again along the shady lane. HARRY'S CAKE "Betty, attend to what I say, This is my little boy's birth-day; Some sugar-plums and citron take, And send to school a large plum-cake." "That, madam, I will gladly do; Harry's so good and clever too: So let me have some wine and spice. For I would make it very nice." When it arriv'd, the little boy Laugh'd, sang, and jump'd about for joy; But, ah! how griev'd I am to say, He did not give a bit away. He _ate_, and _ate_, and _ate_ his fill, No wonder that it made him ill; Pain in his stomach and his head Oblig'd him soon to go to bed. Oh! long he lay, and griev'd the while, Order'd by Dr. Camomile Such physic, and so much to take, He now can't bear the name of cake. PETER'S CAKE Peter Careful had a cake Which his kind mamma did bake; Of butter, eggs, and currants made, And sent to Peter--_carriage paid_. "Now," said Peter, "they shall see, Wiser than Harry I will be; For I will keep my cake in store, And that will make it last the more." He, like Harry (sad to say), Did not give a bit away, But, miser-like, the cake he locks With all his playthings in his box. And sometimes silently he'd go, When all he thought engag'd below, To eat a _very little_ piece, For fear his treasure shoul
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