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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS
THE MERRY HEART
Jog on, jog on the footpath way,
And merrily hent the stile-a:
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
The Treasure Book of Children's Verse - MISCELLANEOUS POEMS
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FUN AND FROLIC
THE COMICAL GIRL
There was a child, as I've been told,
Who, when she was young, did not look old.
Another thing, too, some people have said,
At the top of her body there grew a head.
And, what perhaps might make people stare,
Her little bald pate was covered with hair.
Another strange thing that made gossips talk,
Was, that she often attempted to walk.
And then, do you know, she occasioned much fun,
By moving so fast as sometimes to run.
Nay, indeed, I have heard that some people say
She often would smile, and often would play.
And what is a fact, though it seems very odd,
She had a monstrous dislike to the feel of a rod.
This strange little child sometimes hungry would be,
And then was delighted her victuals to see.
Even drink she could swallow, and, though strange it appears,
Whenever she listened, it was with her ears.
With her eyes she could see, and strange to relate,
Her peepers were placed in the front of her pate.
There, too, was her mouth, and also her nose ;
And on her two feet were placed her ten toes.
Her teeth, I've been told, were fixed in her gums ;
And, besides having fingers, she also had thumbs.
A droll child she therefore most surely must be,
For, not being blind, she was able to see.
One circumstance more had nigh slipped my mind,
Which is, when not cross, she always was kind.
And, strangest of any that yet I have said,
She every night went to sleep on her bed.
And what may occasion you no small surprise,
When napping, she always shut close up her eyes.
Anon.
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