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Title: The gem of the school room : recitation book of prose and poems
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Estes, Alice D
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Publisher: Springfield, Mo. : A. Davis
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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e Tinkle, when a lad.Was not very, very bad;Though to the forest he went farTo catch a tiger and a bear. 134 POEMS AND PROSE He caught a kitten by the tailAnd hung it over a fence rail;Then he leaped astride a dog,And swam the creek upon a log. GRANDPA AND GRANDMA Grandpa was a miller by trade,And thought his fortune would be madeIf he could wed grandma, you see;He had a cottage beneath a tree. He called one Sunday upon grandma,And for her hand he asked her pa.He gave consent with a grim smile,And thats how I am their grand-child. BY THE FIRESIDE In the winter evenings, our gray catSat purring in the chimney corner; She grew so round, so plump and fat,That all loved her, even cook Dorner. The tiny mice she caught by the score.Chasing them all around and around; Across and up and down the floor, Letting none get away under the ground. LOOKING THROUGH STAINED GLASS Dollie, let us pop this corn.Get the popper, blow your horn;Take the poker, stir the fire,Be careful there, or bear my ire.
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Page 135. Did you hear- a pig grunt?It was that little runt.^ TWO CHILDREN, ONE AND FOUR 135 Dont they look like balls of snow?Aha, down my throat they go;Oh, go on and pop some more,Dont go rolling oer the floor. Here DoUie, take part of this,You are crankier than Jim Bliss ;The next time that I pop corn,Ill not ask you nor your horn. TWO CHILDREN, ONE AND FOUR Did you hear a pig grunt ?It was that little runt;Papa gave it to me.When I was only three. GOOD OLD BOY Papa is a dood old boy.He dives me my ittle toy;Cany, too, he dives to me,And to wee tisse Cowe. DID YOU EVER ? Pop goes the weasel, boys,Pop goes the cat and toys;Pop, here the puppy goes.Aha, he strikes your nose. 136 POEMS AND PROSE GRIM LITTLE TOAD A grim little toadOn a monkey rode;Down the street they went,And their money all spent. CAT AND DOG Ha, the cat and dog had a long, long talk,The cat said, Sir Dog, thou must walk;Go thou; to thy home just over the way,And there make sunshine this long, rainy day. THE TINY RA

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