The Infant's Delight: Poetry by Anonymous
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page 35 of 50 (70%)
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Oh, tell me if e-ver you knew A teach-er who looked so se-vere As sis-ter Ma-ri-a can do, When les-sons she's go-ing to hear? Just look how she holds up her cane And frowns, as she threat-ens each one! But yet they'll not cry or com-plain, Be-cause it is only in fun. The dunce's cap Dol-ly must wear, Her task was not learnt very well; And now lit-tle Jane, I de-clare, Pre-tends she's un-a-ble to spell. Yet sis-ter may hold up her cane, And though they'll look so-lemn, each one, From laugh-ter they scarce can re-frain. Be-cause it is only in fun. [Illustration: In i-vy, tree, or barn, or tow-er The Owl a-waits the e-ven-ing hour.] [Illustration: The fish-ing Ot-ter may be found In streams which flow through Eng-lish ground.] [Illustration: Be-neath the ri-ver's sedg-y side |
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