he,
Hitting wretched little Tommy with considerable glee.

"Hold on!" cries Tommy, vainly. "You're nothing but a frog!"
Comes the answer, as the stones fly faster from the log.

Was ever boy so wretched! was ever frog so glad!
I really don't know what would have happened to the lad.

But by chance a wandering bee stung young Tommy on the nose,
And, waking from a fearful dream, up from that log he rose.

LONELY JACK.