rushed to splinters among the stones; But just as you shudder for poor nighthawk In his madcap work,He turns short up with his cry of Pork! Hoarse and hollow ; and then you followThe new flight up, of the sauntering rover,Playing the same part over and over;Forever a wonder, and ever a joy,To the… … LITTLE KNOW-NOTHING. Listen, my baby! Nobodys near, Only the kittens small;Ill whisper something close in your ear, You never must tell at all. Two white kittens, with ball and string,Race, and tumble, and play; Isnt it strange — you queer little Hi/1 thing! — That you should know less than they ?…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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