When will the time come for children to fly
And play in the clouds with the birds in the sky?
Such foolish, vain questions, they trouble your dad
And sometimes I fear they make him quite sad."
"No, mother," replied the inquisitive lad,
"It's the ANSWERS not QUESTIONS that trouble poor Dad."
The Pure Blooded Pup
(Written for Mrs. Anna Chase Brainard, of Buffalo, N. Y.)
Once there was a little pup who lived in far off Kent,
Where he was born some years ago in kennels of Lord Dent;