I have ten fingers too,
And just so many toes;
Two eyes to see through,
And but one little nose.
I've a mouth full of teeth,
Where my bread and milk go in;
And close by, underneath,
Is my little round chin.
What is this little thing,
Not very, very high,
That can laugh, dance and sing?
Do you guess it is I?
Eliza Lee Follen.
IX
GRANDMOTHER'S WISDOM
He that would thrive
Must rise at five;
He that hath thriven
May lie till seven;
And he that by the plough would thrive,
Himself must either hold or drive.