76. Rules and Regulations

by Edgar Lear

A short direction In adaptation

To avoid dejection, To your station,

By variations By invitations,

In occupations, To friends and relations,

And prolongation By evitation

Of relaxation, Of amputation,

and combinations By permutation

of recreations, In conversation,

And disputation And deep reflection

On the state of nation You'll avoid dejection,

Moral: Behave.

77. Greetings

by Joe Wallace

I wish you health but not with wealth

I wish you work and worry

I wish you what I wish myself,

A share in man's sad story.

I wish you, on that next-door day

We coax the world to spin our way

A share in all its glory.

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78. On the Sands

by Alfred H. Miles

Digging for treasure? With never a measure

Nay, not a bit of it! For labour pay.

Digging for pleasure? Digging for pleasure

Aye, there's the wit of it! We surely earn

Digging for treasure A spadeful of treasure

We dig all day At every turn.

79. When a Man's Busy

by Robert Browning

When a man's busy, why, leisure

Strikes him as wonderful pleasure:

'Faith, and at leisure once is he,

Straightaway he wants to be busy.

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80. Laughing Time

by William Jay Smith

It was laughing time, and a tall Giraffe

Lifted his head and began to laugh:

На! На! На! На!

And the Chimpanzee on the gingko tree

Swung merrily down with a Tee Нее Нее:

Нее! Нее! Нее! Нее!

"It's certainly not against the law!"

Croaked Justice Crow with a loud guffaw:

Haw! Haw! Haw! Haw!

The dancing bear who could never say "No"

Waltzed up and down on the tip of his toe:

Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!

The donkey daintily took his paw,

And around they went: Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw!

Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw!

The moon had to smile and it started to climb,

All over the world it was laughing time!

Ho! Ho! Ho! Hee-Haw! Hee-Haw!

Нее! Нее! Hee! Heel Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

81. The Corn-song

by J. G. Whittier

Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard

Heap high the golden corn!

No richer gift has autumn poured

From out her lavish horn!

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82. Washing

by John Drinkwater

What Is all this washing about,

Every day, week in, week out?

From getting up till going to bed,

I'm tired of hearing the same thing said.

Whether I am dirty or whether I am not,

Whether the water is cold or hot,

Whether I like it or whether I don't —

Whether I will or whether I won't —

Have you washed your hands, and washed your face?

I seem to live in the washing-place.

83. The Wonderful World

by William Brightly Rands

Great, wide, beautiful wonderful world,

With the wonderful water round you curled.

And the wonderful grass upon your breast

World, you are beautifully dressedl

The wonderful air is over me,

And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree

It walks on the water, and whirls the mills.

And talks to itself on the top of the hills.

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84. "I'll Try" and "I Can't"

by R. L. Stevenson

The little boy who says "I'll try".

Will climb to the hill-top;

The little boy who says "I can't",

Will at the bottom stop.

85. The Lama

by Ogden Nash

The one-1 lama, And I will bet

He's a priest. A silk pa pjama

The two-1 llama, There isn't any

He's a beast. Three-1 Illama.

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86. Rain

by R. L. Stevenson

The rain is raining all around,

It falls on field and tree,

It rains on the umbrellas here,

And on the ships at sea.

87. Trucks

by James S. Tippet

Big trucks for steel beams, Little trucks for groceries,

Big trucks for coal, Little trucks for bread,

Rumbling down the broad streets, Turning into every street,

Heavily they roll. Rushing on ahead.

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88. The Farm

by Archibald Macleish

Why do you listen, trees?

Why do you wait?

Why do you fumble at the breeze —

Gesticulate

With hopeless fluttering hands —

Stare down the vanished road beyond the gate

That now no longer stands?

Why do you wait —

Trees —

Why do you listen, trees?

89. Spring Grass

by Carl Sandburg

Spring grass, there is a dance to be danced for you.

Come up, spring grass, if only for young feet.

Come up, spring grass, young feet ask you.

Smell of the' young spring grass,

You're a mascot riding on the wind horses.

You came to my nose and spiffed me.

This is your lucky year.

Young spring grass just after the winter,

Shoots of the big green whisper of the year,

Come up, if only young feet.

Come up, young feet ask you.