wore away.

See, here she is: she sadly stands
With only stumps instead of hands;
The silly girl can never play,
Yet she was cautioned every day.

Her father said, "You naughty thing,
Some wooden fingers I must bring,
And try to get them fastened to
Your hands with little bits of glue."

Poking Fun

When little Lizzie came across
A birdie, or a chick,
A duckling, or a gosling,
she would poke it with a stick.

She chased the dog, she chased the cat,
But when she saw a mouse
She gave a scream so very loud
It echoed through the house.

She poked the turtles and the frogs
And thought it was fine fun,
But when the geese poked out their necks
At her, she had to run.

One day she chanced to find a hive
With not a bee about,
And said, "Is any one at home?
"I'll very soon find out!"

And so she did. As soon as she
Had poked her stick inside,
The bees flew out and stung her so
She very nearly died.

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The Pin

"Dear me! what signifies a pin,
Wedg'd in a rotten board?
I'm certain that I won't begin,
At ten years old, to hoard!
I never will be called a miser;
That I'm determined," said Eliza.

So onward tripped the little maid,
And left the pin behind,
Which very snug and quiet lay,
To its hard fate resign'd;
Nor did she think (a careless chit)
'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 woful case was in,
For want of just a single pin.

In vain her eager eyes she brings
To ev'ry darksome crack,
There was not one! and yet her things
Were dropping off her back.
She cut her pincushion in two,
But no, not one had slidden through.

At last, as hunting on the floor,
Over a crack she lay,
The carriage rattled to the door,
Then rattled fast away:
But poor Eliza was not in,
For want of just a single pin.

There's hardly anything so small,
So trifling or so mean,
That we may never want at all,
For service unforseen;
And wilful waste, depend upon't
Brings, almost always, woful want!

Ann Taylor

Stupid Jane

Oh! she was such a stupid Jane,
They tried in vain
To make things plain,
But she would ask and ask again,
As if there wasn't any b