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DISOBEDIENCE.
A little boy who would not mindTo do as he was bid;
To what was wrong became inclined,
And things forbidden did.
One day he saw the looking-glass,
Within his reach it lay;
He could not by the mirror pass,
But took it out to play.
Within his reach it lay;
He could not by the mirror pass,
But took it out to play.
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“This is a pretty thing,” he said,
“However did they make it?
I think I almost feel afraid,—
But who would see me take it?
“However did they make it?
I think I almost feel afraid,—
But who would see me take it?
I'll go and play upon the ice,—
Mamma may never know;
So looking-glass thou art so nice,
Together we will go.”
Mamma may never know;
So looking-glass thou art so nice,
Together we will go.”
Away he ran with all his speed,—
The ice was rather thin;
But in his haste he took no heed,—
It broke and let him in.
The ice was rather thin;
But in his haste he took no heed,—
It broke and let him in.
He screamed aloud in fear and pain;
And then besides—alas!
In trying to get out again,
He broke the looking-glass.
And then besides—alas!
In trying to get out again,
He broke the looking-glass.
But let me always try and mind
To do as I am bid,
So that I may not be inclined
To do as this boy did.
To do as I am bid,
So that I may not be inclined
To do as this boy did.
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