I br eathed a s ong into the ai r ,
It fell to ear th, I knew not wher e ;
Fo r who ha s eight s o keen an d str ong,
That i t can foll ow the flight Of s ong
Long, l ong afterwar d, in an o ak
I found the ar r ow, still unbr oke ;
And the s ong, fr om beginning to end,
I found again in the hear t of a friend .
Lo ve me littl e, l ove me l ong,
Is the bur den o f my song .
Many a tr u e wor d i s spoken in jest.
Man y hands ma ke light wor k .
Money is a good ser vant, b ut a bad master.
My mind to me a kingdom i s .
Never be weary o f well doing.
NO cross , no cr own .
No man can serv e two m asters .
NO news i s good news .
No smoke without s ome fir e .
Not worth a pi n .
Of two i ll s choose the leas t .
On e cannot be in t wo pl aces at once .
On e good turn demands another .
Said the . Tabl e to the Chai r ,
Y o u can har dl y be awar e
How I suff er fr om the heat
And fr om chi l bl ain s on my feet .
If we took a littl e walk,
We might have a littl e talk
Pray l e t u s take the air ,
Said the Tabl e to the Chai r .
Said the Chair un to the Table,
Now, yo u know we ar e not able
How fooli s hl y yo u talk,
When yo u know we cannot walk !
Said the Tabl e with a sigh,
I t can do n o har m t o t ry.
I ’ ve as many l egs as yo u
Why can ’ t we walk on two ?
SO they both went slowly down ,
And walked about the town
With a cheerful bumpy s ound
As they toddl ed r ou nd an d r ound ;
And everybody cried,
As they hastened to thei r side,
See ! the Tabl e an d the Chair
Have come o ut to take the ai r !
But in going down an alley,
To a castl e in a vall ey,
They compl etel y l ost their way,
And wandered all the day
Till , to se e themsafely back,
They paid a Ducky- quack,
And a Beetl e, an d a Mou se,
Who took them to thei r house .
Then they whisper ed to each other.
0 delightful littl e br other ,
What a lovely walk we ’ ve taken !
Let u s dine on beans an d bac on .
So the D ucky an d the l eetl e
B r owny- Mousy an d the Beetl e
Dined, an d dan c ed u pon thei r heads
Till they toddled to their beds .
THE OWL.
When cats ru n home an d the light is come
And dew is cold u pon the gr oun d,
And the fa r ! o ff str eam is dumb,
And the whirring sai l goes r ou nd,
And the whir ring sai l goes r ound ;
Alone an d warming his five wits,
The white o wl in the be lf ry si ts .