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The Story of Fidgety Philip |
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"Let
me see if Philip can Be a little gentleman; Let me see if he is able To sit still for once at the table." Thus papa bade Phil behave; and mama looked very grave. But Fidgety Phil, he won't sit still; He wiggles, And then, I declare, Swings backwards and forwards, And tilts up his chair, Just like any rocking horse- "Philip! I am getting cross!" See the naughty, restless child Growing still more rude and wild, Till his chair falls over quite. Philip screams with all his might, Catches at the cloth, but then That makes matters worse again. Down upon the ground they fall, Glasses, plates, knives, forks and all. How mama did fret and frown, When she saw them tumbling down! And papa made such a face! Philip is in sad disgrace......... |
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