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قراءة كتاب Christmas Roses
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 3
Sometimes the wind blows wildly,
But Nancy, and Mother, and me,
We sing a bit of a hymn we know,
The hymn for those at sea,
Although when we think of Father,
We’re as near to choke as can be.
But Nancy, and Mother, and me,
We sing a bit of a hymn we know,
The hymn for those at sea,
Although when we think of Father,
We’re as near to choke as can be.
A MISTAKE.
MY dears, whatever are you at?
You ought to be at home;
I told you not to wet your feet—
I told you not to roam.
“Oh, dear! I’m sure you will be drowned!
I never saw such tricks
Come home at once, and go to bed,
You naughty naughty chicks.”
I never saw such tricks
Come home at once, and go to bed,
You naughty naughty chicks.”
Now most of them were five days old,
But one, whose age was six—
“Please, ma’am,” said he, “I think we’re ducks;
I don’t believe we’re chicks!”
But one, whose age was six—
“Please, ma’am,” said he, “I think we’re ducks;
I don’t believe we’re chicks!”
