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Show J- Thrco elfins who hvoU In a fnlryliko nook, Onco read of our Fourth of July In a book, And promptly their own quiet woodlands forsook. To share In the fun and the noise. By the llcht of the moon they crept out on tho sly And merrily sang on their way, fAskluK politely of each passerby . How far they must go to meet Fourth of July, y Till they tamo to tho dawn of tho day. If What a different song theso three einns W sang (i! As they limped their way homeward As J that nlKht! t SOi They had licard hnw tho hells In thn J steeples ko "ClnnBl" J'. Torpedoes and crnckem go "Itatllety- J' banirl" And tho rockets go up out of elsht. For ono little ellln by ehanco got astride Of n Klant torpedo nearby: . On a huge cannon ct acker the next took J... AS9h n ride; 'Hi"" 2 Number three to tho tall of a rocket waa 5WJ " tied, -ji And all threo wcro blown up there, sky, , On the way coming down each ellln do- ( -f dared Ho had seen qnlto enough of the sky, And promised himself, If ho lived to bo spared To ever reach home, and the damage repaired, re-paired, Ho would stay thero on Fourth of July. L y & SSaS Yet this was not all, for they met on tho road Three cripples In pitiful plight. They also had been thero to see things explode A tailless young squirrel, a three-legged toad And n crow with tall feathers turned white. A very wise owl who was scowllitu closo by As tho woebegone party drew near H Remarked, whlio winking and blinking fj?i ono eo; MvcS H "Didn't I tell you so, that tho Fourth YCSfl ft. 'V of July Jfc!$& fr Is tho fooly fool day of tho ear?" tvftjrv p Hut nn eagle swooped down from n tow- v erlng pine 1 1 And said, with his talons uncurled, '"lho day Is nil right, this country Is UJ mine; ;, Tls sad to bo crippled, but snider to I whine; Tho Fourth of July leads the world. "And now, my joung friends, allow mo . to state . J That tho (lag you daw borno on tho ivTf breezo z?Zt Is the Hog of tho free, nnd wo celebrnto Tho Fourth of July, while tho crackers debate. With Just ns much fun as wo please. "Bo careful, old owl, lest my temper you stir; This country cost more than ono eye, And Is worth all It cost, though owls may demur. Wo lnlte everything In horns, feathers or fur To shaio In our Fourth of July!" |