My youth is but a summer's day: A store of learning by; And though from flower to flower I rove, My stock of wisdom I'll improve, Nor be a butterfly. Adelaide O'Keefe THE BUTTERFLY AND THE BEE Methought I heard a butterfly Say to a laboring bee, "Thou hast no colors of the sky "Poor child of vanity! those dyes, "Content I toil from morn till eve, To tribes of gaudy sloth I leave William Lisle Bowles THE STORY OF LITTLE SUCK-A-THUMB One day, mamma said: “Conrad dear, And ere they dream what he's about, And cuts their thumbs clean off, and then, Mamma had scarcely turned her back, The great, long, red-legged scissors-man. Snip! snap! snip! They go so fast, Mamma comes home; there Conrad stands, From the German of Heinrich Hoffman DIRTY JIM There was one little Jim, 'Tis reported of him, And must be to his lasting disgrace That he never was seen With hands at all clean, Nor yet ever clean was his face. His friends were much hurt To see so much dirt, And often they made him quite clean; But all was in vain, He got dirty again, And not at all fit to be seen. It gave him no pain To hear them complain, Nor his own dirty clothes to survey; His indolent mind No pleasure could find In tidy and wholesome array. The idle and bad, Like this little lad, May love dirty ways, to be sure; But good boys are seen, To be decent and clean, Although they are ever so poor. Jane Taylor THE PIN "Dear me! what signifies a pin, So onward tripped the little maid, To its hard fate resigned; 'Twas worth her while to stoop for it. Next day a party was to ride, To see an air balloon; And all the company beside Were dressed and ready soon; But she a woeful case was in, For want of just a single pin. In vain her eager eyes she brings, There was not one, and yet her things There's hardly anything so small, And wilful waste, depend upon't, Brings, almost always, woeful want! Ann Taylor JANE AND ELIZA There were two little girls, neither handsome nor plain, One's name was Eliza, the other's was Jane; They were both of one height, as I've heard people say, And both of one age, I believe, to a day. 'Twas fancied by some who but slightly had seen them, Eliza knew well that she could not be pleasing, While fretting and fuming, while sulking or teasing; Not to break her bad habits, but only to hide. So, when she was out, with much labor and pain, And in spite of her care it would sometimes befall And because it might chance that her share was the worst, But Jane, who had nothing she wanted to hide, But her face always showed what her bosom was feeling. At home or abroad there was peace in her smile, Ann Taylor MEDDLESOME MATTY One ugly trick has often spoiled Sometimes she'd lift the tea-pot lid, To peep at what was in it; |