EXTREMES.
I.A little boy once played so loudThat the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud,Said, “SinceIcan’t be heard, why then,I’ll never, never thunder again!”II.And a little girl once kept so stillThat she heard a fly on the window-sillWhisper and say to a lady-bird,—“She’s the stillest child I ever heard!”
I.A little boy once played so loudThat the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud,Said, “SinceIcan’t be heard, why then,I’ll never, never thunder again!”II.And a little girl once kept so stillThat she heard a fly on the window-sillWhisper and say to a lady-bird,—“She’s the stillest child I ever heard!”
I.A little boy once played so loudThat the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud,Said, “SinceIcan’t be heard, why then,I’ll never, never thunder again!”
I.
A little boy once played so loud
That the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud,
Said, “SinceIcan’t be heard, why then,
I’ll never, never thunder again!”
II.And a little girl once kept so stillThat she heard a fly on the window-sillWhisper and say to a lady-bird,—“She’s the stillest child I ever heard!”
II.
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 stillest child I ever heard!”
—James Whitcomb Riley.