And so 'tis with many a wonder
(Why A B make Ab in fact),
Over which we gape and blunder,
And our head and brains distract.
THE FROGS.
A pool was once congealed with frost;
The frogs in its deep waters lost,
No longer dared to croak or spring;
But promised, being half asleep,
If suffered to the air to creep,
As very nightingales to sing.
A thaw dissolved the ice so strong,—
They proudly steered themselves along,
When landed, squatted on the shore,
And croaked as loudly as before.
THE WEDDING.
A feast was in a village spread,—
It was a wedding-day they said.
The parlour of the inn I found,
And saw the couples whirling round,
Each lass attended by her lad,
And all seemed loving, blithe, and glad;
But on my asking for the bride,
A fellow with a stare replied:
"'Tis not the place that point to raise!
We're only dancing in her honour;
We now have danced three nights and days,
And not bestowed one thought upon her."
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Whoe'er in life employs his eyes
Such cases oft will recognise.
