THE STORY OF A STORM.[TOLD BY A LITTLE BOY WHO HAD HEARD "STORIES FROM HOMER."]
"Things floated away and the day turned dark
And papa he wasn't at home, you know;
And we didn't have any dove or ark,
Nor mountain where we could go,
Like they used to have, one other year,—
That time when the other flood was here.
And papa he wasn't at home, you know;
And we didn't have any dove or ark,
Nor mountain where we could go,
Like they used to have, one other year,—
That time when the other flood was here.
"Then, the wind kept blowing the oak-tree down,
(The Lord didn't know about the nest!)
And I thought this world was going to drown.
———Did Louis tell you the rest?
Well, if he didn't—well then—well,
I think—Somebody will have to tell.
(The Lord didn't know about the nest!)
And I thought this world was going to drown.
———Did Louis tell you the rest?
Well, if he didn't—well then—well,
I think—Somebody will have to tell.
"Now, this was the way: One other night
(I wish that Louis had told you then)
When the moon was red—why, we had a fight
About one of Homer's men.
(I wish that Louis had told you then)
When the moon was red—why, we had a fight
About one of Homer's men.
