AN EXPLANATION
I know why the elephant by a thick skin
And a tough one is ever begirt:
It is so when he's struck by the trainer's crowbar,
He can laugh in his trunk all unhurt.
THE WHALE'S SPOUT.
"Mr. Tompkins," said Willie Smith to his teacher the other day, "when the whale spouts does he do it to bale himself out?"
I'm very fond of buckwheat cakes,
I'm very fond of pumpkin-pie,
I love the cookies mommy makes,
I love upon the grass to lie.
I dote upon a lot of things,
Like toys and apples, curtain-rings,
But like must boys
I think that noise
Is just the best thing known to man,
And that is why an old tin pan,
And battered spoon,
This afternoon,
Have kept me busy as a bee;
Bang! bang! Boom! boom! Hurrah for me,
I don't need toys
When I have noise.