My Cat is Fat

By James Mcdonald
I’ve a cat named Vesters,
And he eats all day.
He always lays around,
And never wants to play.

Not even with a squeaky toy,

Nor anything that moves.
When I have him exercise,
He always disapproves.

So we’ve put him on a diet,

But now he yells all day.
And even though he’s thinner,
He still won’t come and play.

Eletelephony
By Laura Elizabeth Richard
Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant—
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone—

(Dear me! I am not certain quite

That even now I’ve got it right.)
Howe’er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;

The more he tried to get it free,

The louder buzzed the telephee—
(I fear I’d better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)

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The Mountain and the Squirrel” by
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former called the latter
“Little prig.”
Bun replied,
“You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I’m not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry:
I’ll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track.
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut.”

“Bed in Summer” by Robert Louis

Stevenson
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see

The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,

When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
“The Boy Who Never Told a Lie” by
Anonymous
Once there was a little boy,
With curly hair and pleasant eye—
A boy who always told the truth,
And never, never told a lie.

And when he trotted off to school,

The children all about would cry,
“There goes the curly-headed boy—
The boy that never tells a lie.”

And everybody loved him so,

Because he always told the truth,
That every day, as he grew up,
‘Twas said, “There goes the honest youth.”

And when the people that stood near,

Would turn to ask the reason why,
The answer would be always this:
“Because he never tells a lie.”

Moral of the story: Don’t lie!