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Then long and patiently waited he
For the blithesome call from her rosy lips;
He waited in vain— quite litre, you see,
The boy oil the burning ship.

And by and by, when they found Boy Blue
In the merest doze, he took the blame.
I think it was fine in him— don’t you—
Not to mention Bo-Peep’s name?

And thus it has happened that all these years
He has borne the blame she ought to share.
Since I know the truth of it, it appears
To me to be only fair

To tell the story from shore to shore,
From sea to sea, and from sun to sun,
■ Because, as I think I have said before,
I like to see justice done.

So, whatever you've read or seen or heard;,
Believe me, good people, I tell the true
And only genuine— take my word—
Story of little Boy Blue.

RUNNING A RACE.

A L IT T L E tear and a tittle smile set out to run a race ;
W e watched them closely all the while; their course was
baby’s face.

The iittle tear he got the start; we really feared he’d win ;
He ran so fast and made a dart straight for the dimpled chin,

But somehow— it was very queer; we watched them all the while—
The little shining, fretful tear, got beaten by the smile.