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~ Little Boys ~
God made the little boys for fun, for rough and
tumble times of play;
He made their little legs to run and race and
scamper through the day.
He made them strong for climbing trees, he
suited them for horns and drums,
And filled them full of revelries so they could be
their father's chums....
Edgar A. Guest
Mother's Boys
Yes, I know there are stains on my carpet,
The traces of small muddy boots;
And I see your fair tapestry glowing,
All spotless with flowers and fruits.
And I know that my walls are disfigured
With prints of small fingers and hands;
And that your own household most truly
In immaculate purity stands.
And I know that my parlor is littered
With many odd treasures and toys,
While your own is in daintiest order,
Unharmed by the presence of boys.
And I know that my room is invaded
Quite bodly all hours of the day;
While you sit in yours unmolested
And dream the soft quiet away.
Yes, I know there are four little bedsides
Where I must stand watchful each night,
While you may go out in your carriage,
And flash in your dresses so bright.
Now, I think I'm a neat little woman;
And I like my house orderly too;
And I'm fond of all dainty belongings,
Yet I would not change places with you.
No! keep your fair home in its order,
Its freedom from bother and noise;
And keep your own fanciful leisure,
But give me my four splendid boys.
Author Unknown
A Boy and His Dog
A boy and his dog make a glorious pair:
No better friendship is found anywhere,
For they talk and they walk and they run and they play,
And they have their deep secrets for many a day;
And that boy has a comrade who thinks and who feels,
Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels
He may go where he will and his dog will be there,
May revel in mud and his dog will not care
Faithful he'll stay for the slightest command
And bark with delight at the touch of his hand;
Oh, he owns a treasure which nobody steals
Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels.
No other can lure him away from his side;
He's proof against riches and station and pride;
Fine dress does not charm him, and flattery's breath
Is lost on the dog, for he's faithful to death;
He sees the great soul which the body conceals---
Oh, it's great to be young with a dog at your heels!
Edgar A. Guest
  
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"Doodle"
Copyright © 2003 Bruce DeBoer
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