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THE GEOGRAPHY LESSON.
How very big the world must be!
The top I cannot nearly see,
Though Cissy puts a stool for me
To stand on, while I say
The lesson in Geography
She hears me every day.
The top I cannot nearly see,
Though Cissy puts a stool for me
To stand on, while I say
The lesson in Geography
She hears me every day.
But what I rather wonder at
Is, why the world should seem so flat,
If really it's as round as that,—
And oh! I wonder more
How an Australian keeps his hat
From tumbling on the floor.
Is, why the world should seem so flat,
If really it's as round as that,—
And oh! I wonder more
How an Australian keeps his hat
From tumbling on the floor.
Perhaps they learn by being hung
From boughs, head downwards, when they're young,—
But Cissy bids me hold my tongue,
And not attempt to settle
Such matters; but find Chittagong,
And Popocatepetl.
From boughs, head downwards, when they're young,—
But Cissy bids me hold my tongue,
And not attempt to settle
Such matters; but find Chittagong,
And Popocatepetl.
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