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<h1>STRUWWELPETER</h1>
<h2>MERRY STORIES AND FUNNY PICTURES</h2>
<h3>Heinrich Hoffman</h3>
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<h4>FREDERICK WARNE & CO., INC. NEW YORK</h4>
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<h3><SPAN id="Merry_Stories_And_Funny_Pictures"></SPAN>Merry Stories And Funny Pictures</h3>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/003-l.jpg" width-obs="199" height-obs="364" alt="When the children have been good" /></td>
<td class="poemsm">When the children have been good,<br/>
That is, be it understood,<br/>
Good at meal-times, good at play,<br/>
Good all night and good all day—<br/>
They shall have the pretty things<br/>
Merry Christmas always brings.<br/>
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Naughty, romping girls and boys<br/>
Tear their clothes and make a noise,<br/>
Spoil their pinafores and frocks,<br/>
And deserve no Christmas-box.<br/>
Such as these shall never look<br/>
At this pretty Picture-book.</td>
<td><ANTIMG src="images/003-r.jpg" width-obs="198" height-obs="364" alt="They shall have the pretty things" /></td>
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<td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/003-b.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs=
"192" alt="Naughty, romping girls and boys" /></td>
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<h3><SPAN id="Shock-headed_Peter"></SPAN>Shock-headed Peter</h3>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/004-l.jpg" width-obs="181" height-obs="176" alt="Just look at him! there he stands" /></td>
<td class="poemsm" nowrap="nowrap">Just look at him! there he
stands,<br/>
With his nasty hair and hands.<br/>
See! his nails are never cut;<br/>
They are grimed as black as soot;<br/>
And the sloven, I declare,<br/>
Never once has combed his hair;<br/>
Anything to me is sweeter<br/>
Than to see Shock-headed Peter.</td>
<td><ANTIMG src="images/004-r.jpg" width-obs="195" height-obs="176" alt="With his nasty hair and hands" /></td>
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<td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/004-b.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs="28" alt="Anything to me is sweeter
Than to see Shock-headed Peter" /></td>
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<h3><SPAN id="Cruel_Frederick"></SPAN>Cruel Frederick</h3>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/005-l.jpg" width-obs="203" height-obs="170" alt="Here is cruel Frederick, see!" /></td>
<td class="poemsm">Here is cruel Frederick, see!<br/>
A horrid wicked boy was he;<br/>
He caught the flies, poor little things,<br/>
And then tore off their tiny wings,<br/>
He killed the birds, and broke the chairs,<br/>
And threw the kitten down the stairs;<br/>
And oh! far worse than all beside,<br/>
He whipped his Mary, till she cried.</td>
<td><ANTIMG src="images/005-r.jpg" width-obs="174" height-obs="170" alt="A horrid, wicked boy was he" /></td>
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<td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/005-b.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs=
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<td colspan="2"><ANTIMG src="images/006-t.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs=
"162" alt="And threw the kitten down the stairs" /></td>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/006-l.jpg" width-obs="348" height-obs="298" alt="When cruel Fredrick snatched up a whip" /></td>
<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">The trough was full, and faithful
Tray<br/>
Came out to drink one sultry day;<br/>
He wagged his tail, and wet his lip,<br/>
When cruel Fred snatched up a whip,<br/>
And whipped poor Tray till he was sore,<br/>
And kicked and whipped him more and more:<br/>
At this, good Tray grew very red,<br/>
And growled, and bit him till he bled;<br/>
Then you should only have been by,<br/>
To see how Fred did scream and cry!</td>
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<td colspan="2"><ANTIMG src="images/006-b.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs=
"341" alt="And growled and bit him til he bled" /></td>
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"285" alt="His leg was very sore and red" /></td>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/007-l.jpg" width-obs="288" height-obs="133" alt="The doctor came and shook his head" /></td>
<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">So Frederick had to go to
bed:<br/>
His leg was very sore and red!<br/>
The Doctor came, and shook his head,<br/>
And made a very great to-do,<br/>
And gave him nasty physic too.</td>
<td><ANTIMG src="images/007-r.jpg" width-obs="26" height-obs="133" alt="And gave him nasty physic too" /></td>
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"174" alt="But good dog Tray is happy now" /></td>
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">But good dog Tray is happy
now;<br/>
He has no time to say "Bow-wow!"<br/>
He seats himself in Frederick's chair<br/>
And laughs to see the nice things there:<br/>
The soup he swallows, sup by sup—<br/>
And eats the pies and puddings up.</td>
<td><ANTIMG src="images/007-br.jpg" width-obs="285" height-obs="210" alt="He seats himself in Frederick's chair" /></td>
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<h3><SPAN id="The_Dreadful_Story_of_Harriet_and_the_Matches"></SPAN> The Dreadful Story of Harriet and the Matches</h3>
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">It almost makes me cry to
tell<br/>
What foolish Harriet befell.<br/>
Mamma and Nurse went out one day<br/>
And left her all alone at play.<br/>
Now, on the table close at hand,<br/>
A box of matches chanced to stand;<br/>
And kind Mamma and Nurse had told her,<br/>
That, if she touched them, they would scold her.<br/>
But Harriet said: "Oh, what a pity!<br/>
For, when they burn, it is so pretty;<br/>
They crackle so, and spit, and flame:<br/>
Mamma, too, often does the same."<br/>
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The pussy-cats heard this,<br/>
And they began to hiss,<br/>
And stretch their claws,<br/>
And raise their paws;<br/>
"Me-ow," they said, "me-ow, me-o,<br/>
You'll burn to death, if you do so."<br/>
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But Harriet would not take advice:<br/>
She lit a match, it was so nice!<br/>
It crackled so, it burned so clear—<br/>
Exactly like the picture here.<br/>
She jumped for joy and ran about<br/>
And was too pleased to put it out.<br/>
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The Pussy-cats saw this<br/>
And said: "Oh, naughty, naughty Miss!"<br/>
And stretched their claws,<br/>
And raised their paws:<br/>
"'Tis very, very wrong, you know,<br/>
Me-ow, me-o, me-ow, me-o,<br/>
You will be burnt, if you do so."</td>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/009.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="896" alt="The fire has caught her apron string" /></td>
<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">And see! oh, what dreadful
thing!<br/>
The fire has caught her apron-string;<br/>
Her apron burns, her arms, her hair—<br/>
She burns all over everywhere.<br/>
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Then how the pussy-cats did mew—<br/>
What else, poor pussies, could they do?<br/>
They screamed for help, 'twas all in vain!<br/>
So then they said: "We'll scream again;<br/>
Make haste, make haste, me-ow, me-o,<br/>
She'll burn to death; we told her so."<br/>
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So she was burnt, with all her clothes,<br/>
And arms, and hands, and eyes, and nose;<br/>
Till she had nothing more to lose<br/>
Except her little scarlet shoes;<br/>
And nothing else but these was found<br/>
Among her ashes on the ground.<br/>
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And when the good cats sat beside<br/>
The smoking ashes, how they cried!<br/>
"Me-ow, me-oo, me-ow, me-oo,<br/>
What will Mamma and Nursey do?"<br/>
Their tears ran down their cheeks so fast,<br/>
They made a little pond at last.</td>
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<h3><SPAN id="The_Story_of_the_Inky_Boys"></SPAN>The Story of the Inky Boys</h3>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/010-l.jpg" width-obs="188" height-obs="377" alt="The woolly-headed Black-a-moor" /></td>
<td class="poemsm">As he had often done before,<br/>
The woolly-headed Black-a-moor<br/>
One nice fine summer's day went out<br/>
To see the shops, and walk about;<br/>
And, as he found it hot, poor fellow,<br/>
He took with him his green umbrella,<br/>
Then Edward, little noisy wag,<br/>
Ran out and laughed, and waved his flag;<br/>
And William came in jacket trim,<br/>
And brought his wooden hoop with him;<br/>
And Arthur, too, snatched up his toys<br/>
And joined the other naughty boys.<br/>
So, one and all set up a roar,<br/>
And laughed and hooted more and more,<br/>
And kept on singing,—only think!—<br/>
"Oh, Blacky, you're as black as ink!"<br/></td>
<td><ANTIMG src="images/010-r.jpg" width-obs="187" height-obs="377" alt="One nice fine summer's day went out" /></td>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/011-l.jpg" width-obs="138" height-obs="255" alt="Now tall Agrippa lived close by" /></td>
<td class="poemsm" nowrap="nowrap">Now tall Agrippa lived close
by—<br/>
So tall, he almost touched the sky;<br/>
He had a mighty inkstand, too,<br/>
In which a great goose-feather grew;<br/>
He called out in an angry tone<br/>
"Boys, leave the Black-a-moor alone!<br/>
For, if he tries with all his might,<br/>
He cannot change from black to white."<br/>
But, ah! they did not mind a bit<br/>
What great Agrippa said of it;<br/>
But went on laughing, as before,<br/>
And hooting at the Black-a-moor.<br/></td>
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"right" alt="Boys, leave the Black-a-moor alone!" /></td>
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"590" alt="But, ah! they did not mind a bit" /></td>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/012-l.jpg" width-obs="99" height-obs="101" alt="Then great Agrippa foams with rage" /></td>
<td class="poemsm" nowrap="nowrap">Then great Agrippa foams with
rage—<br/>
Look at him on this very page!<br/>
He seizes Arthur, seizes Ned,<br/>
Takes William by his little head;</td>
<td class="poemsm" nowrap="nowrap">And they may scream and kick and
call,<br/>
Into the ink he dips them all;<br/>
Into the inkstand, one, two, three,<br/>
Till they are black as black can be;<br/>
Turn over now, and you shall see.</td>
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<td colspan="3"><ANTIMG src="images/012-b.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs=
"752" alt="Into the inkstand, one, two, three" /></td>
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<td nowrap="nowrap">See, there they are, and there they run!<br/>
The Black-a-moor enjoys the fun.<br/>
They have been made as black as crows,<br/>
Quite black all over, eyes and nose,<br/>
And legs, and arms, and heads, and toes,<br/>
And trousers, pinafores, and toys—<br/>
The silly little inky boys!<br/>
Because they set up such a roar,<br/>
And teased the harmless Black-a-moor.</td>
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<h3><SPAN id="The_Story_of_the_Man_that_went_out_Shooting"></SPAN> The Story of the Man that went out Shooting</h3>
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">This is the man that shoots the
hares;<br/>
This is the coat he always wears:<br/>
With game-bag, powder-horn, and gun<br/>
He's going out to have some fun.</td>
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">He finds it hard, without a
pair<br/>
Of spectacles, to shoot the hare.</td>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/014-1.jpg" width-obs="300" height-obs="311" alt="The Story of the Man that went out Shooting" /></td>
<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">The hare sits snug in leaves and
grass<br/>
And laughs to see the green man pass.</td>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/014-2.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="359" alt="The little hare came, hop, hop, hop" /></td>
<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">Now, as the sun grew very
hot,<br/>
And he a heavy gun had got,<br/>
He lay down underneath a tree<br/>
And went to sleep, as you may see.<br/>
And, while he slept like any top,<br/>
The little hare came, hop, hop, hop,<br/>
Took gun and spectacles, and then<br/>
On her hind legs went off again.</td>
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">The green man wakes and sees her
place<br/>
The spectacles upon her face;<br/>
And now she's trying all she can<br/>
To shoot the sleepy, green-coat man.<br/>
He cries and screams and runs away;<br/>
The hare runs after him all day<br/>
And hears him call out everywhere:<br/>
"Help! Fire! Help! The Hare! The Hare!"</td>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/015.jpg" width-obs="500" height-obs="292" alt="Help! Fire! Help! The Hare! The Hare!" /></td>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/016-t.jpg" width-obs="143" height-obs="147" alt="Head over ears, and in he fell." /></td>
<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">At last he stumbled at the
well,<br/>
Head over ears, and in he fell.<br/>
The hare stopped short, took aim and, hark!<br/>
Bang went the gun—she missed her mark!</td>
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"361" alt="Bang went the gun--she missed her mark!" /></td>
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">The poor man's wife was drinking
up<br/>
Her coffee in her coffee-cup;<br/>
The gun shot cup and saucer through;<br/>
"Oh dear!" cried she; "what shall I do?"<br/>
There lived close by the cottage there<br/>
The hare's own child, the little hare;<br/>
And while she stood upon her toes,<br/>
The coffee fell and burned her nose.<br/>
"Oh dear!" she cried, with spoon in hand,<br/>
"Such fun I do not understand."<br/></td>
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<h3><SPAN id="The_Story_of_Little_Suck-a-Thumb"></SPAN> The Story of Little Suck-a-Thumb</h3>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/017.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="897" alt="The Story of Little Suck-A-Thumb" /></td>
<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">One day Mamma said "Conrad
dear,<br/>
I must go out and leave you here.<br/>
But mind now, Conrad, what I say,<br/>
Don't suck your thumb while I'm away.<br/>
The great tall tailor always comes<br/>
To little boys who suck their thumbs;<br/>
And ere they dream what he's about,<br/>
He takes his great sharp scissors out,<br/>
And cuts their thumbs clean off—and then,<br/>
You know, they never grow again."<br/>
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Mamma had scarcely turned her back,<br/>
The thumb was in, Alack! Alack!</td>
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<td colspan="2"><ANTIMG src="images/018-1.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs=
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/018-2.jpg" width-obs="347" height-obs="452" alt="Mamma comes home, there Conrad stands" /></td>
<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">The door flew open, in he
ran,<br/>
The great, long, red-legged scissor-man.<br/>
Oh! children, see! the tailor's come<br/>
And caught out little Suck-a-Thumb.<br/>
Snip! Snap! Snip! the scissors go;<br/>
And Conrad cries out "Oh! Oh! Oh!"<br/>
Snip! Snap! Snip! They go so fast,<br/>
That both his thumbs are off at last.<br/>
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Mamma comes home: there Conrad stands,<br/>
And looks quite sad, and shows his hands;<br/>
"Ah!" said Mamma, "I knew he'd come<br/>
To naughty little Suck-a-Thumb."<br/></td>
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<h3><SPAN id="The_Story_of_Augustus"></SPAN>The Story of Augustus,<br/> who would not have any Soup</h3>
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<td rowspan="2"><ANTIMG src="images/019-l.jpg" width-obs="369" height-obs=
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">Augustus was a chubby lad;<br/>
Fat ruddy cheeks Augustus had:<br/>
And everybody saw with joy<br/>
The plump and hearty, healthy boy.<br/>
He ate and drank as he was told,<br/>
And never let his soup get cold.<br/>
But one day, one cold winter's day,<br/>
He screamed out "Take the soup away!<br/>
O take the nasty soup away!<br/>
I won't have any soup today."<br/>
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Next day, now look, the picture shows<br/>
How lank and lean Augustus grows!<br/>
Yet, though he feels so weak and ill,<br/>
The naughty fellow cries out still<br/>
"Not any soup for me, I say:<br/>
O take the nasty soup away!<br/>
I <i>won't</i> have any soup today."<br/>
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The third day comes: Oh what a sin!<br/>
To make himself so pale and thin.<br/>
Yet, when the soup is put on table,<br/>
He screams, as loud as he is able,<br/>
"Not any soup for me, I say:<br/>
O take the nasty soup away!<br/>
I WON'T have any soup today."<br/>
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Look at him, now the fourth day's come!<br/>
He scarcely weighs a sugar-plum;<br/>
He's like a little bit of thread,<br/>
And, on the fifth day, he was—dead!</td>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/019-r.jpg" width-obs="232" height-obs="141" alt="And, on the fifth day, he was--Dead" /></td>
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<h3><SPAN id="The_Story_of_Fidgety_Philip"></SPAN>The Story of Fidgety Philip</h3>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/020-l.jpg" width-obs="120" height-obs="280" alt="Let me see if Philip can" /></td>
<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">"Let me see if Philip can<br/>
Be a little gentleman;<br/>
Let me see if he is able<br/>
To sit still for once at table":<br/>
Thus Papa bade Phil behave;<br/>
And Mamma looked very grave.<br/>
But fidgety Phil,<br/>
He won't sit still;<br/>
He wriggles,<br/>
And giggles,<br/>
And then, I declare,<br/>
Swings backwards and forwards,<br/>
And tilts up his chair,<br/>
Just like any rocking horse—<br/>
"Philip! I am getting cross!"</td>
<td><ANTIMG src="images/020-r.jpg" width-obs="170" height-obs="280" align=
"right" alt="Be a little gentleman" /></td>
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">See the naughty, restless
child<br/>
Growing still more rude and wild,<br/>
Till his chair falls over quite.<br/>
Philip screams with all his might,<br/>
Catches at the cloth, but then<br/>
That makes matters worse again.<br/>
Down upon the ground they fall,<br/>
Glasses, plates, knives, forks, and all.<br/>
How Mamma did fret and frown,<br/>
When she saw them tumbling down!<br/>
And Papa made such a face!<br/>
Philip is in sad disgrace.</td>
<td><ANTIMG src="images/021-r.jpg" width-obs="150" align="right" height-obs=
"223" alt="Philip is in sad disgrace." /></td>
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<td><ANTIMG src="images/022-l.jpg" width-obs="154" height-obs="221" alt="What a terrible to-do!" /></td>
<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">Where is Philip, where is
he?<br/>
Fairly covered up you see!<br/>
Cloth and all are lying on him;<br/>
He has pulled down all upon him.<br/>
What a terrible to-do!<br/>
Dishes, glasses, snapt in two!<br/>
Here a knife, and there a fork!<br/>
Philip, this is cruel work.<br/>
Table all so bare, and ah!<br/>
Poor Papa, and poor Mamma<br/>
Look quite cross, and wonder how<br/>
They shall have their dinner now.</td>
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<h3><SPAN id="The_Story_of_Johnny_Head-in-Air"></SPAN> The Story of Johnny Head-in-Air</h3>
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">As he trudged along to
school,<br/>
It was always Johnny's rule<br/>
To be looking at the sky<br/>
And the clouds that floated by;<br/>
But what just before him lay,<br/>
In his way,<br/>
Johnny never thought about;<br/>
So that every one cried out<br/>
"Look at little Johnny there,<br/>
Little Johnny Head-In-Air!"<br/>
<br/>
Running just in Johnny's way<br/>
Came a little dog one day;<br/>
Johnny's eyes were still astray<br/>
Up on high,<br/>
In the sky;<br/>
And he never heard them cry<br/>
"Johnny, mind, the dog is nigh!"<br/>
Bump!<br/>
Dump!<br/>
Down they fell, with such a thump,<br/>
Dog and Johnny in a lump!</td>
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">Once, with head as high as
ever,<br/>
Johnny walked beside the river.<br/>
Johnny watched the swallows trying<br/>
Which was cleverest at flying.<br/>
Oh! what fun!<br/>
Johnny watched the bright round sun<br/>
Going in and coming out;<br/>
This was all he thought about.<br/>
So he strode on, only think!<br/>
To the river's very brink,<br/>
Where the bank was high and steep,<br/>
And the water very deep;<br/>
And the fishes, in a row,<br/>
Stared to see him coming so.<br/>
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One step more! oh! sad to tell!<br/>
Headlong in poor Johnny fell.<br/>
And the fishes, in dismay,<br/>
Wagged their tails and swam away.</td>
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">There lay Johnny on his
face,<br/>
With his nice red writing-case;<br/>
But, as they were passing by,<br/>
Two strong men had heard him cry;<br/>
And, with sticks, these two strong men<br/>
Hooked poor Johnny out again.</td>
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">Oh! you should have seen him
shiver<br/>
When they pulled him from the river.<br/>
He was in a sorry plight!<br/>
Dripping wet, and such a fright!<br/>
Wet all over, everywhere,<br/>
Clothes, and arms, and face, and hair:<br/>
Johnny never will forget<br/>
What it is to be so wet.<br/>
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<br/>
And the fishes, one, two, three,<br/>
Are come back again, you see;<br/>
Up they came the moment after,<br/>
To enjoy the fun and laughter.<br/>
Each popped out his little head,<br/>
And, to tease poor Johnny, said<br/>
"Silly little Johnny, look,<br/>
You have lost your writing-book!"</td>
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<h3><SPAN id="The_Story_of_Flying_Robert"></SPAN>The Story of Flying Robert</h3>
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">When the rain comes tumbling
down<br/>
In the country or the town,<br/>
All good little girls and boys<br/>
Stay at home and mind their toys.<br/>
Robert thought, "No, when it pours,<br/>
It is better out of doors."<br/>
Rain it did, and in a minute<br/>
Bob was in it.<br/>
Here you see him, silly fellow,<br/>
Underneath his red umbrella.</td>
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">What a wind! oh! how it
whistles<br/>
Through the trees and flowers and thistles!<br/>
It has caught his red umbrella:<br/>
Now look at him, silly fellow—<br/>
Up he flies<br/>
To the skies.<br/>
No one heard his screams and cries;<br/>
Through the clouds the rude wind bore him,<br/>
And his hat flew on before him.</td>
<td><ANTIMG src="images/026-2.jpg" width-obs="308" height-obs="281" alt="And his hat flew on before him." /></td>
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<td class="poem" nowrap="nowrap">Soon they got to such a
height,<br/>
They were nearly out of sight.<br/>
And the hat went up so high,<br/>
That it nearly touched the sky.<br/>
No one ever yet could tell<br/>
Where they stopped, or where they fell:<br/>
Only this one thing is plain,<br/>
Bob was never seen again!</td>
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