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No  mother  of  twins  was  ever  more  haunted
                                 With trouble to  fin d  just  the  ones  that she  wanted.

                                 There were plenty of  names,  no  doubt  about that ■
                                 But  a name that would  do  for a dog or a cat
                                 Would  not answer for  chickens  so pretty as  these;
                                 Or else our dear boy was  not  easy to please.


                                 These two tiny chickens  looked just like each  other ;
                                 To  name them  so young would be  only a bother;
                                 But with  one in each hand,  said  queer little Ben ;
                                 “ I want  this one a rooster and that one a hen.**

                                 Benny knew them  apart by a little brown spot
                                 On  the  head  of the one that the other had not
                                 They grew  up  like  magic, cadi fat,  feathered chick,
                                 One at length  was  named  Peggy and  the  other named  Dick.

                                 But a funny  thing happened concerning their names ;
                                 Rushing into the house one  day,  Benny exclaims :
                                 “ O  mother J  O  Phil!  such a blunder  there’s been,
                                 For Peggy's the rooster and Dick is the hen/"
                                                                              M r s.  L.  B .  B acou.


                                                    NEEDLES  AND  PINS.

                                T  T H E N   will you  marry me,  my bonnie maid?”
                                j/SL     "Can  we not wait? '* said  she—
                                      “ You  know that  I  love you, but dear,  I’m  afraid
                                          You soon  will get weary of  me."
                                        Then  he vowed and  swore to  love and  adore,
                                          He prayed  on  his  bended knee,
                                        He said  with  a  sigh  “ If  I  wait  I shall  die! ”—
                                           He was a  man, you  see.
                                        Sugar  and  cream, sugar  and  cream*            )
                                        When  we £Lre married  ’twill be a sweet dream!  |  ^ e^ea^'
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