DUTY.

So nigh is grandeur to our dust,

So near is God to man;

When Duty whispers low, “Thou Must,”

The youth replies, “I can.”

—Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Dickory, Dickory, Dock.

Dickory, dickory, dock,

The mouse ran up the clock,

The clock struck one,

The mouse ran down;

Hickory, dickory, dock.

There was an old man,

And he had a calf,

And that’s half;

He took him out of the stall,

And put him on the wall,

And that’s all.