er more found:
So there was an end to these three sons,
Jeffery, Jemmy and John.

Hink, minx! the old witch winks,
The fat begins to fry:
There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,
Father, mother, and I.

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CLIMBING ON BACKS OF CHAIRS.

What, climb on the back of a chair!
O Henry, how can you do so?
Sometime, if you do not take care,
You will get a most terrible throw.

Suppose grand-mama had got up,
Pray what had become of you then?
Indeed, my dear Henry, I hope
You never will do so again.

Your poor little teeth may be broke,
Or your face get some terrible bruise,
Indeed, and indeed, 'tis no joke,
And you must not do just as you choose.

For suppose there's no danger at all,
'Tis your duty to mind what I say;
So I'll punish you, Henry, next time,
You _dare_ my commands disobey.

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THE SQUIRREL.

"The Squirrel is happy, the Squirrel is gay,"
Little Mary once said to her brother;
"He has nothing to do, or think of but play,
And to jump from one bough to another."

The Squirrel, dear Mary, is merry and wise,
For true wisdom and joy go together;
He lays up in Summer his Winter supplies,
And then he don't mind the cold weather.

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THE SHEEP.

Lazy Sheep, pray tell me why
In the pleasant fields you lie,
Eating grass and daisies white,
From the morning till the night?
Every thing can something do,
But what kind of use are you?

Nay, my little master, nay,
Do not serve me so, I pray;
Don't you see the wool that grows
On my back, to make your clothes?
Cold, and very cold you'd get,
If I did not give you it.

True, it seems a pleasant thing
To nip the daisies in the spring,
But many chilly nights I pass
On the cold and dewy grass,
Or pick a scanty dinner where
All the common's brown and bare.

Then the farmer comes at last,
When the merry spring is past,
And cuts my woolly coat away,
To warm you in the winter's day;
Little master, this is why
In the pleasant fields I lie.

A PRESENT FOR ALFRED.

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Dear Alfred, I've a gift for you,
A present from your Aunt;
A prayer-book. Can you read it through?
Said Alfred--No, I can't.

But if I teach you, will you try
To learn, and sit quite still?
And with your utmost power apply?
Said Alfred--Yes, I will.

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THE FAIRING.

Oh dear! what a beautiful Doll
My sister has bought at the fair!
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