THE UMBRELLA.
Once as little Isabella
Ventured, with a large Umbrella,
Out upon a rainy day,
She was nearly blown away.
Sadly frighten’d then was she,
For ’twas very near the sea,
And the wind was very high,
But, alas! no friend was nigh.
Luckily, her good Mama
Saw her trouble from afar;
Running just in time, she caught her
Pretty little flying daughter.
NO BREAKFAST FOR GROWLER.
No, naughty Growler, get away,
You shall not have a bit;
Now when I speak, how dare you stay!
I can’t spare any, sir, I say
And so you need not sit.