 Tumbling |
Anonymous (circa 1745)
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In jumping and tumbling
We spend the whole day, Till night by arriving Has finished our play.
What then? One and
all,
There's no more to be said, As we tumbled all day, So we tumble to bed. in:http://www.storyit.com/Classics/JustPoems/tumbling.htm |
 The Canary |
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Elizabeth Turner
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Mary had a little
bird,
With feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs-upon my word, He was a pretty fellow!
Sweetest notes he always
sung,
Which much delighted Mary; Often where his cage was hung, She sat to hear Canary.
Crumbs of bread and dainty
seeds
She carried to him daily, Seeking for the early weeds, She decked his palace gaily.
This, my little readers,
learn,
And ever practice duly; Songs and smiles of love return To friends who love you truly.
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