have decided, although I am no shirk,
That to-day is a legal holiday and not even fire should work.

"And I am of some importance,"--here he gave a pretentious cough,
"For without my assistance none of you could very well be put off."
"You are right," said the Roman candle, "and I think we are all agreed
To strike for our rights and our liberty. Hurrah! we shall succeed!"
The dissenters cried with one accord, "Our objections we withdraw.
Hurrah, hurrah for the fireworks' strike!" and they cried again, "Hurrah!"

Then a match piped up with a tiny voice, "Your splendid scheme I like.
I agree with all your principles and so I, too, will strike!"
Suiting the action to the word, the silly little dunce
Clambered down from his matchsafe and excitedly struck at once.
He lost his head, and he ran around among the fireworks dry,
And he cried, "Hurrah for the fireworks' strike! Hurrah for the
Fourth of July!"

With his waving flame he lit the punk--a firecracker caught a spark,--
Then rockets and wheels and bombs went off--no longer the place was dark!
The explosions made a fearful noise, the flames leaped high and higher,
The village folk awoke and cried, "The town hall is on fire!"
So the strike of the fireworks ended in a wonderful display
Of pyrotechnic grandeur on Independence Day!

The Arch Armadillo

[Illustration]

There once was an arch Armadillo
Who built him a hut 'neath a willow;
He hadn't a bed
So he rested his head
On a young Porcupine for a pillow.

A Dream Lesson

Once there was a little boy who wouldn't go to bed,
When they hinted at the subject he would only shake his head,
When they asked him his intentions, he informed them pretty straight
That he wouldn't go to bed at all, and Nursey needn't wait.

As their arguments grew stronger, and their attitude more strict,
I grieve to say that naughty boy just yelled and screamed and kicked.
And he made up awful faces, and he told them up and down
That he wouldn't go to bed for all the nurses in the town.

Then Nursey lost her patience, and although it wasn't right,
Retorted that for all she cared he might sit up all night.
He approved of this arrangement, and he danced a jig for joy,
And turned a somersault with glee; he _was_ a naughty boy.

And so they all went off to bed and left him sitting there,
Right in the corner by the fire in Grandpa's big armchair.
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