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 The tall pink foxglove bowed his head, The violet curtsied and went to bed. And good little Lucy tied up her hair, And said on her knees her evening prayer.

And while on the pillow she softly lay, She knew nothing more till again it was day, And all things said to the beautiful sun, 'Good morning! Good morning! our work has begun.'

LXI. THE PIGS

'Do look at those pigs as they lie in the straw,' Said Dick to his father one day; 'They keep eating longer than ever I saw, Oh, what greedy gluttons are they!

'I see they are feasting,' his father replied, 'They eat a great deal, I allow; 'But let us remember before we deride, 'Tis the nature, my dear, of a sow.

'But when a great boy, such as you, my dear Dick, Does nothing but eat all the day; And keeps taking nice things till he makes himself sick, What a glutton! indeed, we may say.