APPLES so round, and bright, and red—O, how I love to see;They look so tempting as they hangUpon the green old tree.
A naughty boy once tried to stealFrom off his neighbor's bough;But sad to hear, adown he fell,And is a cripple now.
BOYS oftentimes are rough and rude,And join in wicked play;But hoop and top, and bat and ball,Are better any day.
"Hark! hark! I hear a tinkling bell;It calleth me to...
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