Poems
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He was just a little boy, on a week's first day.
He scuffed his shoes into the grass; he found a caterpillar.
A bird's nest in a tree overhead, so wisely placed on high,
A neighbor watched his zigzag course, and hailded him from the lawn,
"I've been to Bible School," he said and turned a piece of sod.
"Hmmm . . . very fine way," the neighbor said, "for a boy to spend his time.
Quick as a flash the answer came! Nor were his accents faint.
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