What can I do, a hapless swain,Besieged by bonny lassies twain, Both loving, and both fair ?They will not let me run away,But hold me, with tyrannic sway, Here, in my easy-chair. About my neck their arms they twine;Their rosy, dimpled cheeks to mineEndearingly they press. HOW SPECKLE CELEBRATED… … While close behind her followed The darlings hatched that day, —Twelve dainty, downy, fluffy chicks, Some yellow and some gray. Cluck, cluck, said Mistress Speckle, Heres one thankful hen, you see.Who says that this is not a glad Thanksgiving Day for me ? MARY D. BRINE.
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
Internet Archive · Library of Congress · Public Domain Mark 1.0. Free to use for anything.
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