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der-lip thrust out, Tell us, pouting Polly! Polly loves to have her way; Ah! no one can doubt it; And whenever she's displeased She will pout about it. Such a funny under-lip! You would like to grab it, So that little Polly might Break this naughty habit. In the house or out-of-doors, Little Polly Horner You will find a dozen times Pouting in a corner. Once, when in the garden she Stood thus melancholy, On her under-lip a bee Stung Miss Pouting Polly. Then she danced, and then she screamed; People heard her yelling Half-a-mile or more away, While her lip was swelling. Oh, it swelled, and swelled, and swelled, Like a great big blister, And the pain was very great Where the bee had kissed her. Many days she kept her bed; And there is no doubting That the sorry little maid Had her fill of pouting. For the buzzing busy-bee Cured her of her folly; And the remedy will cure Any pouting Polly. Untidy Emily Oh, here's a sad picture! Pray carefully look! As sad as was ever Yet seen in a book. 'Tis Emily's portrait: Not at all flattered. Slovenly, dirty, untidy, And tattered. Her mother implores her, Again and again, To make herself tidy; But all is in vain. Her trimmings are torn; There's a hole in her dress; Another, still larger; Her shoes in a mess; Stockings down, buttons missing; Shabby old hat, Not for worlds would I Wear it, battered and flat. Her mother does nothing But patch, darn and mend, Till, saddened and weary, She says, "This must end. "All, all is in vain. And now, happen what may, I can do nothing more; So go your own way." A terrible thing Very soon now befell, Oh, horror! I shudder The story to tell. This girl ran quite wild; Till at last she became All tatters and rags, With no feeling of shame. A man, who was passing, Then took her one day, And in his field placed her, To scare birds away. She is still standing there; Stands there day and night. The sparrows fly round her, And cry in affright: "Look at this dreadful thing! Take care now, take care! Beware of the scarecrow! Beware, now, beware!" [Illustration: Untidy Emily.] [Page 24--Girl Land] [Illustration: My Fiv
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