Part 21 (2/2)

Hop away! pop away! here we go!

Pip! pop! flippety flop!

Shake me steadily; do not stop!

Backward and forward, not up and down; Don't let me drop, or you'll burn it brown.

Never too high and never too low.

Hop away! pop away! here we go!

Pip! pop! flippety flop!

Now they are singing, and soon they'll hop.

Hi! the kernels begin to swell; Ho! at last they are dancing well.

Puffs and fluffs of feathery snow, Hop away! pop away! here we go!

Pip! pop! flippety flop!

All full, little ones? Time to stop!

Pour out the snowy, feathery ma.s.s; Here is a treat for lad and la.s.s.

Open your mouths now, all in a row; Munch away! crunch away! here we go!

WHAT BOBBY SAID.

I don't think it's right!

I don't think it's fair!

I don't like Easter At all! so there!

It's only because I'm young, you see, They think they can play Their tricks upon me.

They brought me an egg, And a beauty, too!

All golden yellow, With stripes of blue.

They said 'twas a true egg, A _truly_ true!

And, of course, I supposed It was so all through;

But when it was opened, Just think what a shame!

'Twas just like the white ones, Just _'zactly_ the same!

Part white and part yellow, No bit of it blue, And it tasted the same As the other ones, too.

I don't think it's right, And I don't think it's fair, And I don't like Easter _At all!_ so there!

MASTER JACK'S VIEWS.

[_After a lesson in astronomy._]

The merry old World goes round, goes round, And round the old World does go; Day in, day out, from west to east, At a pace that is far from slow.

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