Reproof On Her Lip, But A Smile

A Baby Was Sleeping, Its Mother Was Weeping.

The Neck On Which Diamonds Might Have Worthily Sparkled, Will Look Less Tempting When The Biting Winter Has Hung Icicles There For Gems.

There Was A Place In Childhood That I Remember Well, And There A Voice Of Sweetest Tone Bright Fairy Tales Did Tell.

Sure The Shovel And Tongs To Each Other Belongs.

Better To Be Safe Than Sorry.