THE PIN, NEEDLE, AND SCISSORS.
A FABLE.
'T is true, although 't is sad to say,
Disputes are rising every day.
You 'd think, if no one did deny it,
A little work-box might be quiet;
But 't is not so, for I did hear,
Or else I dreamed it, 't is so queer,
A Pin and Needle in the cushion,
Maintain the following discussion:
The Needle, "extra fine, gold-eyed,"
Was very sharp, and full of pride.
And thus, methought, she did begin:
"You clumsy, thick, short, ugly Pin,
I wish you were not quite so near;
How could ray mistress stick me here?
She should have put me in my place,
With my bright sisters in the case."
"Would you were there!" the Pin replied;
"I do not want you by my side.
I 'm rather short and thick, 't is true;
Who'd be so long and thin as you?
I 've got a head, though, of my own,
That you had better let alone."
Disputes are rising every day.
You 'd think, if no one did deny it,
A little work-box might be quiet;
But 't is not so, for I did hear,
Or else I dreamed it, 't is so queer,
A Pin and Needle in the cushion,
Maintain the following discussion:
The Needle, "extra fine, gold-eyed,"
Was very sharp, and full of pride.
And thus, methought, she did begin:
"You clumsy, thick, short, ugly Pin,
I wish you were not quite so near;
How could ray mistress stick me here?
She should have put me in my place,
With my bright sisters in the case."
"Would you were there!" the Pin replied;
"I do not want you by my side.
I 'm rather short and thick, 't is true;
Who'd be so long and thin as you?
I 've got a head, though, of my own,
That you had better let alone."
