A CHILD'S TROUBLES.
I wish I knew my letters well,
So I might learn to read and spell;
I'd find them on my pretty card,
If they were not so very hard.
"Now S is crooked - don't you see?
And G is making mouths at me,
And O is something like a ball, -
It hasn't any end at all.
And all the rest are - my! so queer!
They look like crooked sticks - oh, dear!
Ma counted six, and twenty more;
What do they have so many for?
From St. Nicholas
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