 | Mother Pitcher's poems For Little People |  |
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Variety Loriety.
Variety LorietyCame sliding down the roof;
Into the well
He plumped and fell,
With stockings water-proof.
But from that day,
As I've heard say,
He never rose again:
For in the pail
The lazy snail
Doth quietly remain.
And in the well
He means to dwell
Till summer comes again.
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