Actress“Let me think!”Merry Mike.Merry Mike from the door bounded off to his play,With his head in his hat on a blustery day;When the wind of a sudden came frolicking downAnd lifted Mike’s hat from his round little crown.Don’t you call that funny, I’d like to know?Then he made up his mind to return to the house,But the merry wind pushed itself under his blouse.And it roared and it roared, and he puffed as he ran,Till it just knocked over this queer little man.“Ho! ho! ho!” said Mike, and he said “ha! ha! ha!I’ll get up again, old wind, you see.”Then the wind with a flurry of bluster and racketWent crowding and crowding under his jacket,And it lifted him off of his two little feet,And carried him bodily over the street.Mike laughed ha! ha! ha! and he laughed ho! ho! ho!But the wind, with its antics, was plainly not through,For fiercer and fiercer, and fiercer it blew,Till making one effort of fury intenseIt carried Mike bodily over the fence.He met there a somewhat discouraged old cow,That had blown thither too, though he failed to see how,Then he smiled and said, “Make yourself easy, my friend,Only keep your mind quiet and things will soon mend,”Mike laughed ha! ha! ha! and he laughed ho! ho! ho!“For the wind is just playing, old cow, you know.”As he scampered off home, what above should he seeBut the roof of a shed that had lodged in a tree;And he laughed and he laughed till his sides fairly ached,For, he said, this is better than wedding or wake.And he roared, ha! ha! ha! ho! ho! ho!“That boy,” say the terrified folks of the town,“He would laugh just the same if the sky tumbled down.”“Indeed, and I would,” answered Mike, with a grin,“For I might get a piece with a lot of stars in.”And he chuckled, he! he! he! and he chuckled, ho! ho! ho!The very idea delighted him so.His father complained to the priest, “Now, I say,Mike never stops laughing by night or by day.”“Let him laugh,” spoke the priest, “he will change by and by;’Tis better to laugh than to grumble and cry;It’s thewaywith the lad; let him laugh if he like,And be glad you’ve a son that’s as merry as Mike.”
Actress“Let me think!”
Actress“Let me think!”
“Let me think!”
Merry Mike.Merry Mike from the door bounded off to his play,With his head in his hat on a blustery day;When the wind of a sudden came frolicking downAnd lifted Mike’s hat from his round little crown.Don’t you call that funny, I’d like to know?Then he made up his mind to return to the house,But the merry wind pushed itself under his blouse.And it roared and it roared, and he puffed as he ran,Till it just knocked over this queer little man.“Ho! ho! ho!” said Mike, and he said “ha! ha! ha!I’ll get up again, old wind, you see.”Then the wind with a flurry of bluster and racketWent crowding and crowding under his jacket,And it lifted him off of his two little feet,And carried him bodily over the street.Mike laughed ha! ha! ha! and he laughed ho! ho! ho!But the wind, with its antics, was plainly not through,For fiercer and fiercer, and fiercer it blew,Till making one effort of fury intenseIt carried Mike bodily over the fence.He met there a somewhat discouraged old cow,That had blown thither too, though he failed to see how,Then he smiled and said, “Make yourself easy, my friend,Only keep your mind quiet and things will soon mend,”Mike laughed ha! ha! ha! and he laughed ho! ho! ho!“For the wind is just playing, old cow, you know.”As he scampered off home, what above should he seeBut the roof of a shed that had lodged in a tree;And he laughed and he laughed till his sides fairly ached,For, he said, this is better than wedding or wake.And he roared, ha! ha! ha! ho! ho! ho!“That boy,” say the terrified folks of the town,“He would laugh just the same if the sky tumbled down.”“Indeed, and I would,” answered Mike, with a grin,“For I might get a piece with a lot of stars in.”And he chuckled, he! he! he! and he chuckled, ho! ho! ho!The very idea delighted him so.His father complained to the priest, “Now, I say,Mike never stops laughing by night or by day.”“Let him laugh,” spoke the priest, “he will change by and by;’Tis better to laugh than to grumble and cry;It’s thewaywith the lad; let him laugh if he like,And be glad you’ve a son that’s as merry as Mike.”
Merry Mike from the door bounded off to his play,With his head in his hat on a blustery day;When the wind of a sudden came frolicking downAnd lifted Mike’s hat from his round little crown.Don’t you call that funny, I’d like to know?Then he made up his mind to return to the house,But the merry wind pushed itself under his blouse.And it roared and it roared, and he puffed as he ran,Till it just knocked over this queer little man.“Ho! ho! ho!” said Mike, and he said “ha! ha! ha!I’ll get up again, old wind, you see.”Then the wind with a flurry of bluster and racketWent crowding and crowding under his jacket,And it lifted him off of his two little feet,And carried him bodily over the street.Mike laughed ha! ha! ha! and he laughed ho! ho! ho!But the wind, with its antics, was plainly not through,For fiercer and fiercer, and fiercer it blew,Till making one effort of fury intenseIt carried Mike bodily over the fence.He met there a somewhat discouraged old cow,That had blown thither too, though he failed to see how,Then he smiled and said, “Make yourself easy, my friend,Only keep your mind quiet and things will soon mend,”Mike laughed ha! ha! ha! and he laughed ho! ho! ho!“For the wind is just playing, old cow, you know.”As he scampered off home, what above should he seeBut the roof of a shed that had lodged in a tree;And he laughed and he laughed till his sides fairly ached,For, he said, this is better than wedding or wake.And he roared, ha! ha! ha! ho! ho! ho!“That boy,” say the terrified folks of the town,“He would laugh just the same if the sky tumbled down.”“Indeed, and I would,” answered Mike, with a grin,“For I might get a piece with a lot of stars in.”And he chuckled, he! he! he! and he chuckled, ho! ho! ho!The very idea delighted him so.His father complained to the priest, “Now, I say,Mike never stops laughing by night or by day.”“Let him laugh,” spoke the priest, “he will change by and by;’Tis better to laugh than to grumble and cry;It’s thewaywith the lad; let him laugh if he like,And be glad you’ve a son that’s as merry as Mike.”
Merry Mike from the door bounded off to his play,With his head in his hat on a blustery day;When the wind of a sudden came frolicking downAnd lifted Mike’s hat from his round little crown.Don’t you call that funny, I’d like to know?Then he made up his mind to return to the house,But the merry wind pushed itself under his blouse.And it roared and it roared, and he puffed as he ran,Till it just knocked over this queer little man.“Ho! ho! ho!” said Mike, and he said “ha! ha! ha!I’ll get up again, old wind, you see.”Then the wind with a flurry of bluster and racketWent crowding and crowding under his jacket,And it lifted him off of his two little feet,And carried him bodily over the street.Mike laughed ha! ha! ha! and he laughed ho! ho! ho!But the wind, with its antics, was plainly not through,For fiercer and fiercer, and fiercer it blew,Till making one effort of fury intenseIt carried Mike bodily over the fence.He met there a somewhat discouraged old cow,That had blown thither too, though he failed to see how,Then he smiled and said, “Make yourself easy, my friend,Only keep your mind quiet and things will soon mend,”Mike laughed ha! ha! ha! and he laughed ho! ho! ho!“For the wind is just playing, old cow, you know.”As he scampered off home, what above should he seeBut the roof of a shed that had lodged in a tree;And he laughed and he laughed till his sides fairly ached,For, he said, this is better than wedding or wake.And he roared, ha! ha! ha! ho! ho! ho!“That boy,” say the terrified folks of the town,“He would laugh just the same if the sky tumbled down.”“Indeed, and I would,” answered Mike, with a grin,“For I might get a piece with a lot of stars in.”And he chuckled, he! he! he! and he chuckled, ho! ho! ho!The very idea delighted him so.His father complained to the priest, “Now, I say,Mike never stops laughing by night or by day.”“Let him laugh,” spoke the priest, “he will change by and by;’Tis better to laugh than to grumble and cry;It’s thewaywith the lad; let him laugh if he like,And be glad you’ve a son that’s as merry as Mike.”
Merry Mike from the door bounded off to his play,
With his head in his hat on a blustery day;
When the wind of a sudden came frolicking down
And lifted Mike’s hat from his round little crown.
Don’t you call that funny, I’d like to know?
Then he made up his mind to return to the house,But the merry wind pushed itself under his blouse.And it roared and it roared, and he puffed as he ran,Till it just knocked over this queer little man.“Ho! ho! ho!” said Mike, and he said “ha! ha! ha!I’ll get up again, old wind, you see.”
Then he made up his mind to return to the house,
But the merry wind pushed itself under his blouse.
And it roared and it roared, and he puffed as he ran,
Till it just knocked over this queer little man.
“Ho! ho! ho!” said Mike, and he said “ha! ha! ha!
I’ll get up again, old wind, you see.”
Then the wind with a flurry of bluster and racketWent crowding and crowding under his jacket,And it lifted him off of his two little feet,And carried him bodily over the street.Mike laughed ha! ha! ha! and he laughed ho! ho! ho!
Then the wind with a flurry of bluster and racket
Went crowding and crowding under his jacket,
And it lifted him off of his two little feet,
And carried him bodily over the street.
Mike laughed ha! ha! ha! and he laughed ho! ho! ho!
But the wind, with its antics, was plainly not through,For fiercer and fiercer, and fiercer it blew,Till making one effort of fury intenseIt carried Mike bodily over the fence.
But the wind, with its antics, was plainly not through,
For fiercer and fiercer, and fiercer it blew,
Till making one effort of fury intense
It carried Mike bodily over the fence.
He met there a somewhat discouraged old cow,That had blown thither too, though he failed to see how,Then he smiled and said, “Make yourself easy, my friend,Only keep your mind quiet and things will soon mend,”Mike laughed ha! ha! ha! and he laughed ho! ho! ho!“For the wind is just playing, old cow, you know.”
He met there a somewhat discouraged old cow,
That had blown thither too, though he failed to see how,
Then he smiled and said, “Make yourself easy, my friend,
Only keep your mind quiet and things will soon mend,”
Mike laughed ha! ha! ha! and he laughed ho! ho! ho!
“For the wind is just playing, old cow, you know.”
As he scampered off home, what above should he seeBut the roof of a shed that had lodged in a tree;And he laughed and he laughed till his sides fairly ached,For, he said, this is better than wedding or wake.And he roared, ha! ha! ha! ho! ho! ho!
As he scampered off home, what above should he see
But the roof of a shed that had lodged in a tree;
And he laughed and he laughed till his sides fairly ached,
For, he said, this is better than wedding or wake.
And he roared, ha! ha! ha! ho! ho! ho!
“That boy,” say the terrified folks of the town,“He would laugh just the same if the sky tumbled down.”“Indeed, and I would,” answered Mike, with a grin,“For I might get a piece with a lot of stars in.”And he chuckled, he! he! he! and he chuckled, ho! ho! ho!The very idea delighted him so.
“That boy,” say the terrified folks of the town,
“He would laugh just the same if the sky tumbled down.”
“Indeed, and I would,” answered Mike, with a grin,
“For I might get a piece with a lot of stars in.”
And he chuckled, he! he! he! and he chuckled, ho! ho! ho!
The very idea delighted him so.
His father complained to the priest, “Now, I say,Mike never stops laughing by night or by day.”“Let him laugh,” spoke the priest, “he will change by and by;’Tis better to laugh than to grumble and cry;It’s thewaywith the lad; let him laugh if he like,And be glad you’ve a son that’s as merry as Mike.”
His father complained to the priest, “Now, I say,
Mike never stops laughing by night or by day.”
“Let him laugh,” spoke the priest, “he will change by and by;
’Tis better to laugh than to grumble and cry;
It’s thewaywith the lad; let him laugh if he like,
And be glad you’ve a son that’s as merry as Mike.”