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WHAT A CHILD HAS.

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I have two eyes, so bright and clear,
And they see things afar and near!
The bird, the tree, the flower so small,
And the blue sky, bent over all.

Two ears have I upon my head,
For me to hear what may be said;
To hear my mother's words so mild:
'Be good and gentle, O my child!'
I have one mouth, as all may see,
But well its use is known to me;
For I can talk with it all day,
And all that I may think can say.

I have two hands, so soft and white-
This is the left, and this the right;
Five little fingers stand on each,
With which to hold, to feel, and reach;
But when I grow as tall as you,
A deal of work they then will do.

I have two feet at my command,
With which to walk, or run, or stand;
And should I tumble down, why, then
I must with speed jump up again!
But when I grow both bold and strong,
I shall quite boldly march along.

A fox one day went away from his den, to try if he could find some food for himself and his cubs. He had been out a long time, and had not found anything to eat, so he began to feel hungry. He was thirsty too, for the day was very hot. As he ran along, he spied a bunch of nice ripe grapes hanging from a vine-tree. Ah,' said he,a bunch of nice ripe grapes is the very thing to cool one's

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mouth on a hot day like this.' So he looked up at the grapes, and smacked his lips.

Then he

Then he made a jump at the bunch of grapes, but he did not get them, for they hung very high up. So he looked up again at the tree, and smacked his lips once more. jumped and jumped for nearly an hour, but could not reach them. At last, when he found that it was beyond his power to reach the grapes, he turned up his nose at them, and said: 6 The grapes are sour; they would not be worth eating if I had them.'

A hungry fox, one day, did spy
Some nice ripe grapes, that hung full high;
And as they hung, they seemed to say
To him who underneath did stay:
'If you can reach us down, you may.'

The fox he jumped and jumped again,
And tried to reach them, but in vain;
He smacked his lips for near an hour,
But found the prize beyond his power,
And then he said: "The grapes are sour."

'Will you take a walk with me,

My little wife, to-day?

There is barley in the barley-field,
And hay-seed in the hay.'

'Thank you,' said the clucking hen;
'I have something else to do:
I am busy sitting on my eggs;
I cannot walk with you.'

Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck,'
Said the clucking hen;

'My little chicks will soon be hatched,
I will think about it then.'

The clucking hen sat on her nest,
She made it in the hay;

And warm and snug beneath her breast
A dozen white eggs lay.

Crack, crack, went all the eggs;
Out dropped the chickens small.
'Cluck,' said the clucking hen,
'Now I have you all.'

'Come along, my little chicks,

I will take a walk with you.'

'Hollo!' then said the proud old cock, 'Cock-a-doodle-doo!

PIG, PIG, OLD PIG! Pig, pig, old pig, what are you doing?

'I am sitting before the door of my house, taking care of my children.' 'Why, pig, pig, old pig, do you call that black hole your house?"

Yes, it is my house, and a very good house too it is for me.'

But, pig, it has no windows.'

Well, I do not want any windows. It has a door for me to go in and out,