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Table of Contents

Page | Title | 1 | Cover Page | 2 | Table of Contents | 3 | The Quarrel by Maxine Kumin | 4 | Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Eveningby Robert Frost | 5 | THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience) by William Blake | 6 | Dentist and the Crocodile by Roald Dahl by Roald Dahl | 7 | Friendsby Abbie Farwell Brown | 8 | Little things by Julia Fletcher Carney | 9 | The Mountain and the Squirrel by Ralph Waldo Emerson | 10 | The Ants by Jane Taylor | 11 | Try Again by Anonymous | 12 | Lend Me Your Heart oh Child by Funom Makama |

The Quarrel by Maxine Kumin

Said a lightning bug to a firefly,
"Look at the lightning bugs fly by!"
"Silly dunce!" said the fly. "What bug ever flew?
Those are fireflies. And so are you."
"Bug!" cried the bug. "Fly!" cried the fly.
"Wait!" said a glowworm happening by. "I'm a worm," squirmed the worm. "I glimmer all night.
You are worms, both of you. I know that I'm right." "Fly!" cried the fly. "Worm!" cried the worm.
"Bug!" cried the bug. "I'm standing firm!" Back and forth through the dark each shouted his word
Till their quarrel awakened the early bird. "You three noisy things, you are all related,"
She said to the worm, and promptly ate it. With a snap of her bill she finished the fly,
And the lightning bug was the last to die. All glowers and glimmerers, there's a MORAL:
Shine if you must, but do not quarrel.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience) by William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Dentist and the Crocodile by Roald Dahl by Roald Dahl

The crocodile, with cunning smile, sat in the dentist's chair.
He said, "Right here and everywhere my teeth require repair."
The dentist's face was turning white. He quivered, quaked and shook.
He muttered, "I suppose I'm going to have to take a look.""I want you," Crocodile declared, "to do the back ones first.
The molars at the very back are easily the worst."
He opened wide his massive jaws. It was a fearsome sight––
At least three hundred pointed teeth, all sharp and shining white.
The dentist kept himself well clear. He stood two yards away.
He chose the longest probe he had to search out the decay.
"I said to do the back ones first!" the Crocodile called out.
"You're much too far away, dear sir, to see what you're about.
To do the back ones properly you've got to put your head
Deep down inside my great big mouth," the grinning Crocky said.
The poor old dentist wrung his hands and, weeping in despair,
He cried, "No no! I see them all extremely well from here!"
Just then, in burst a lady, in her hands a golden chain.
She cried, "Oh Croc, you naughty boy, you're playing tricks again!"
"Watch out!" the dentist shrieked and started climbing up the wall.
"He's after me! He's after you! He's going to eat us all!"
"Don't be a twit," the lady said, and flashed a gorgeous smile.
"He's harmless. He's my little pet, my lovely crocodile."
Friends
by Abbie Farwell Brown

How good to lie a little while
And look up through the tree!
The Sky is like a kind big smile
Bent sweetly over me.

The Sunshine flickers through the lace
Of leaves above my head,
And kisses me upon the face
Like Mother, before bed.

The Wind comes stealing o'er the grass
To whisper pretty things;
And though I cannot see him pass,
I feel his careful wings.

So many gentle Friends are near
Whom one can scarcely see,
A child should never feel a fear,
Wherever he may be.

Little things by Julia Fletcher Carney

Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.
Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.
So our little errors
Lead the soul away
From the path of virtue
Far in sin to stray.
Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love,
Help to make earth happy
Like the heaven above.

The Mountain and the Squirrel by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former called the latter
"Little prig."
Bun replied,
"You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry:
I'll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track.
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut."

The Ants by Jane Taylor
A little black ant found a large grain of wheat
Too heavy to lift or to roll;
So he begg'd of a neighbour he happen'd to meet,
To help it down into his hole.
"I've got my own work to look after," said he;
"You must shift for yourself, if you please;"
So he crawl'd off as selfish and cross as could be,
And lay down to sleep at his ease.
Just then a black brother was passing the road,
And seeing his brother in want,
Came up and assisted him in with his load,
For he was a good-natured ant.
Let all who this story may happen to hear,
Endeavour to profit by it;
For often it happens that children appear
As cross as the ant, every bit.
And the good natured ant who assisted his brother
May teach those who choose to be taught,
That if little insects are kind to each other,
Then children most certainly ought.

Try Again by Anonymous
T is a lesson you should heed,
Try, try again;
If at first you don't succeed,
Try, try again;
Then your courage should appear,
For, if you will persevere,
You will conquer, never fear;
Try, try again.
Once or twice though you should fail,
Try, try again;
If you would at last prevail,
Try, try again;
If we strive, 'tis no disgrace
Though we do not win the race;
What should you do in the case?
Try, try again.
If you find your task is hard,
Try, try again;
Time will bring you your reward,
Try, try again.
All that other folks can do,
Why, with patience, should not you?
Only keep this rule in view:
Try, try again.

Lend Me Your Heart oh Child by Funom Makama Worth and numbers rarely go hand in hand. Producing seeds which will rot and be eaten by the locust makes barrenness a special kind of blessing. So pay attention and lend me your mind oh child b'cos from it comes the brush to which your life is coloured. Rights enable you claim your hat responsibilities show you when and how to wear it. Manifestation of your works beyond the comprehension of your mates exalts the power of your mind but constant announcement of your own achievements makes you the promoter of their doubts to crown you a liar. Vehicles driven by words are no match for the ones handled by deeds. Let not your free will be cajoled grudges in a hidden corner after the exhibition of charity blows out your light with an awful breath. A non doer and an adamant “no” giver still possess some honour when compared to a chronic complainer. Reputation decorates the corner of an uptight man but it is slavery when one lives on too many principles. A good life is one moving on the chariots of freedom and freedom is running a lifestyle both within and outside without much notice. Habits are great managers to conscience’s liquor stores and character intoxication is closest to the point of irreversibility. A greedy mind is a warehouse run by waste with no room for left overs. A tight fisted hand is self limiting, reducing its surface area to receive. A mind without courtesy to its environs, spinning the world around its own orbit breeds selfishness. Corruption builds thorns around the heart and makes the soul a direct relation to insanity. If false words were grapes, water would be tastier than wine. Exaggeration adds a tail to the bird and makes the dog an Amphibian. But love gives poisons no ground to strive satisfaction without it is the existence of a Leopard in an Elephant’s skin. The gardens of space filled with little rainbows cannot outshine its colours; staying as the only ingredient necessary for the preservation of humanity. When your mind is at peace with itself, then is the Joy of my inheritance to you completely whole.