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PLAYFUL SARAH.
It does so like a ladder look,The back of mother's chair;
I'll put away my lesson book,
And step up nicely there;
And then I very soon shall see
How very pretty that will be.”
So saying, Sarah rose and laid
Her lesson book away;
And slyly then the little maid
Her game began to play—
“There's no one looking now,” she said,
“So I will up the ladder tread.”
Her lesson book away;
And slyly then the little maid
Her game began to play—
“There's no one looking now,” she said,
“So I will up the ladder tread.”
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And trying now what she could do,
A step she took—no more;
For Sarah and her ladder too,
Came tumbling on the floor;
Crying she lay in sorrow there,
Until Mamma removed the chair.
A step she took—no more;
For Sarah and her ladder too,
Came tumbling on the floor;
Crying she lay in sorrow there,
Until Mamma removed the chair.
Good children will their lessons get,
And then ask leave to play;
And such as do not tease and fret,
Have pleasure every day;
But mischief will be sure to roll
A weight of sorrow on the soul.
And then ask leave to play;
And such as do not tease and fret,
Have pleasure every day;
But mischief will be sure to roll
A weight of sorrow on the soul.
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