y's Apology]

_BABY'S APOLOGY_

Dear little seed, queer little seed,
Tucked into bed in the garden,
Why don't you grow? Why, don't you know
Baby is asking your pardon?

Out, little seed! Sprout, little seed!
Baby did wrong without knowing!
Hoping for you, groping for you,
To see if you _really_ were growing.

Break, little seed! Wake, little seed!
Baby will watch and not harm you.
Everything's bright, everything's right,
Nothing is here to alarm you.

Dress, little seed! Yes, little seed,
Fold your green leaflets around you;
_There_, little seed! Fair little seed,
Baby's _so_ glad he has found you!

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[Illustration: In the Street]

_IN THE STREET_

Peelings on the sidewalk,
Apple-cores and all,
Kick them in the gutter;
Save some one a fall!
Barrel hoops, glass, and cans,
And wires in the street,
Kick them in the gutter;
You'll save some horse's feet!

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[Illustration: Sick Furniture]

_SICK FURNITURE_

Sitting on the table,
Standing on the chairs,
That's the way the legs are broken and the cushion tears!
How'd you like to pay the bill for varnish and repairs?

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[Illustration: Borrowed Plumes]

_BORROWED PLUMES_

Don't try on the wraps,
The bonnets and caps
Of company coming to call!
Admire, if you please,
But garments like these
Should always feel safe in the hall!

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[Illustration: The Goop Picnic]

_THE GOOP PICNIC_

They came to the best sort of place for a rest,
On the grass, with the trees overhead,
They sat down in a bunch and they opened their lunch,
And they had a be-autiful spread!

And when they were done, and they'd had all their fun,
They proved they were Goops, or were blind;
For they picked up their wraps and they left all their scraps
For the _next_ picnic party to find!

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[Illustration: Book Manners]

_BOOK-MANNERS_

If you scribble on your books,
How disgustable it looks!
Here a word, and there a scrawl,
Silly pictures over all!
Take a paper, or a slate,
If you want to decorate!

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[Illustration: Poor Mother!]

_POOR MOTHER!_

Oh! Isn't it shocking!
Just look at your stocking!
Just look at your brand new boots!
Your waist is all torn
And your trousers ar