Extremes

June 1, 2014 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

by James Whitcomb Riley
THE BOOK OF JOYOUS CHILDREN

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I
A little boy once played so loud
That the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud,
Said, “Since I can’t be heard, why, then
I’ll never, never thunder again!”

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And a little girl once kept so still
That she heard a fly on the window-sill
Whisper and say to a lady-bird,—
“She’s the stilliest child I ever heard!”

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