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Show 1 ItOllh'HT KKLSi: Once thuro was u little boy Whoso namo was Robert lleese, And every Friday afternoon Ho had to speak a piece. Ho many poems thus ho learned That soon hu had u Btoro Of recitations In his head And still keep learning more Now (hla It la what happened: Ho was called upon ouo week And totally forgot tho pleco Ho was about to speak. ills brain hu vainly cudgeled Hut no word was lu his head, And sa ho spoko ut random, And this Is what hu said: My beautiful, my beautiful, What standest proudly by, It was tho schooner llecpcruu Tho breaking waves dnBlied high. . Why Is tho Forum crowded, What means this stir In Home? Under a spreading chestnut Thoro lu no plncu like home. When Freedou from hur mountain height "Cried. "Twinkle, little shir," Shoot if you muut this old gray head, King Henry of Nuvnrro. It your waking, call mo early To bo or not tobe, Curfuw must not ring tonight, Oh, woodman, spare that tie.-. Charge. Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on! And lot who will bo clover, Tho boy stood on tho burning deck Hut 1 go on forever. Unidentified. |