how he liked to live
So high up in the air.

Wouldn't it be dandy
To fly just when you please,
An' go an' ask the Dog-star
If he worried much with fleas?

I'd do all kinds of other things
If I could only fly,
But I am just a little boy
An' so I dassn't try.

A HAND-ME-DOWN.

Said Sue to her suitor:
"You'll get a new suit, or
I'll sue for a suitor to suit."
"Why Sue," said her suitor
Who tried hard to suit her,
"Your suitor is suited to suit."

FAREWELL SNOW.

(After Walt Whitman.)

That light, that white, that weird, uncanny substance we call snow
Is slowly sifting through the bare branches--and ever and anon
My thoughts sift with the drifting snow, and I am full of pale regret.
Yes, full of pale regret and other things--you know what I mean.
And why? Because the snow must go; the time has came to part.
Yes, it cannot wait much longer--like the flakes my thoughts are melting
'Tis here, 'tis there, in fact, 'tis everywhere--the snow I mean.
Like the thick syrup which covers buckwheat cakes it lies.

The man who says he don't regret its passing also lies.
And wilt thou never come again? Yes, thou ilt never come again. Alas!
How well I remember thee! 'Twas but yesterday, methinks.
When a great daub of snow fell from a nearby housetop
And when I ventured--poor foolish mortal that I was--to look,
Caught me fairly in the mouth (an awful swat) and nearly smothered me.
There is another little trick of thine, most lovely snow--
It is but a proof of thine affection to cling around our necks,
But still we swear--we cannot help it, Snow.
Now it is "Skidoo," or "23 for you." Oh, cursed inconstancy of man!

THE SAD TURKEY GOBBLER.

O a fat turkey gobbler once sat on a limb
And he sighed at the wind, and the wind sighed at him.
But the grief of the gobbler one could not diminish,
For it was Thanksgiving and he saw his finish.
So the heart of the gobbler was heavy as lead
And he muttered the words of the poet who said:
"Backward, turn backward, O Time in thy flight,
Make me a boy again, just for to-night!"

SPRIG HAS CUB.

Sprig, Sprig--Oh lovely Sprig!
Oh, hast thou cub to stay?
Add wilt the little birdies sig
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