But long they had not been at home
Before poor Jane and little Tom
Were taken, sick and ill, to bed,
And since, I've heard, they both are dead.
Alas! had Tommy understood
That fruit in lanes is seldom good,
He might have walk'd with little Jane
Again along the shady lane.
XXX.
Dangerous Sport.
Poor Peter was burnt by the poker one day,
When he made it look pretty and red!
For the beautiful sparks made him think it fine play,
To lift it as high as his head.
But, somehow it happen'd, his finger and thumb
Were terribly scorch'd by the heat;
And he scream'd out aloud for his mother to come,
And stamp'd on the floor with his feet!