A haughty cow unto a horse
Remarked, "Why cannot we,
And only we two, practise for
A dual jubilee?
My bass profound is faultless,
While your tenor tremulo
Is heavenly; and our duet
Would please our master so."
With pleading moo she urged her case,
Then sadly turned away,
For the horse looked up disdainfully,
And only answered "Neigh!"
"Oh, mamma!" exclaimed Bobby, "I've thought of the awfulest, dreadfulest thing. Suppose our chimney should catch fire Christmas eve?"
Bobby. "Mamma, I don't want any fire in my room to-night."
Mamma. "Why, you'll freeze."
Bobby. "I don't mind being cold, but if you leave the fire burn, Santa Claus won't be able to come down the chimney."
Jack (to friend on bicycle). "What's your hurry; are you racing for a train?"
Joe. "No; I'm training for a race."