X is a xyphoidal whale, I am told,
An angry xyphoidal whale, so big and so bold.
Y is a yak, very much like an ox,
An elderly yak with long, bushy, gray locks.
Z is a zebra, black, yellow, and tan,
An obstinate zebra, of slight use to man.
POETRY
CHAPTER XV.
Miss Hare’s school was a very studious place during the fall; but when winter set in, some of the pupils began to lose interest in their work. The woodchuck, who was the dullest pupil in the language class, went to his bed of dried clover one night and forgot to wake up until spring had returned. Tiny, himself, felt very sleepy at times, but he sat close to the fireplace in the schoolroom and studied as hard as he could, determined to get a good education. He did his work well. At recess-time he would run out upon the pile of branches that surrounded the school building, and play until Miss Hare rang the bell. Sometimes he would run a race with Winkie Weasel, but, as he always came out ahead, he soon wearied of the pastime.
