THE THREE VOICES
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THERE once was a man who asked for pie, In a piping voice up high, up high; And when he asked for a salmon roe, He spoke in a voice down low, down low; But when he said he had no choice, He always spoke in a medium voice. I cannot tell the reason why He sometimes spoke up high, up high; And why he sometimes spoke down low, I do not know, I do not know; And why he spoke in the medium way, Don't ask me, for I cannot say. |
EASY KNOWLEDGE
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HOW nice 'twould be if knowledge grew On bushes, as the berries do! Then we could plant our spelling seed, And gather all the words we need. The sums from off our slates we'd wipe, And wait for figures to be ripe, And go into the fields, and pick Whole bushels of arithmetic; Or if we wished to learn Chinese, We'd just go out and shake the trees; And grammar then, in all the towns, Would grow with proper verbs and nouns; And in the gardens there would be Great bunches of geography; And all the passers-by would stop, And marvel at the knowledge crop; And I my pen would cease to push, And pluck my verses from a bush! |
SUSAN SCUPPERNONG
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SILLY Susan Scuppernong Cried so hard and cried so long, People asked her what was wrong. She replied, "I do not know Any reason for my woe— I just feel like feeling so." |