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Show THE DUSY LITTLE CHIGGER Tho little chlgger, it tolls with vigor, when dnys are long, nnd warm; with zeal It burrows Its winding furrows fur-rows nlong my shrinking form. Tho measly chlggeri I cannot figure why it was placed on earth to mako life tougher, to mako us suffor nnd bnn-Ish bnn-Ish peace and mirth. Wo fear to ramblo or lightly gamblo In fields of grass or hay, for thoro tho chlgger, persistent digger, is waiting for his prey. Wo dread tho forest, for thoro wo'ro sorest, with lumps tho chlgger made; we turn odr faces from pleasant plncos, and shun tho tempting shade. Tho sneaking chlgger, chlg-ger, that is no bigger than is a needle's point, can make man shiver, shiv-er, from lungs to liver, and raise a doleful cry. I loatho and scorn it! Tho sizzling hornet, that comes Into my lodgo, with redhot stinger Is trouble trou-ble brlnger, but gives mo chance to dodgo. Tbo beo that humbles my spirit, bumbles a warning ere It stings; the fierce mosquito gives warning, ditto, with vocal logs and wings. But oh, the chlgger! It pulls tho trigger nnd shoots mo full of Juice, by night nnd morning without a warning, nnd makes me raise tho douce! WALT MASON. (Copyright 1914, by Goorgo Matthew Adams ) |