  two apples Oranges and apples, And baby’s ball, are round; And my pretty picture-book, That is square, I’ve found; And an egg is oval, And the corners all, When you take them by themselves, Triangles they call. Boy standing straight I am perpendicular When I stand up straight, I am horizontal When in bed I wait; And from sitting quite erect, If I chance to swerve, Then my rounded shoulders make What is called a curve. rolled up paper See! a sheet of paper I roll together neat, Straight and smooth, and then I have A cylinder complete; But if thus I widen out Either end alone, Look! it makes a different thing,— That is called a cone. paper rolled into a cone Points there are, a many, On my pencil one, Two on mother’s scissors, Five a star has on; And our doggie has one Right upon his nose, And my dancing-master says, “Children, point your toes!” dance master adn two children Oh! the world of wonders Is so very full, How can little children learn Half enough in school? I must look about me Everywhere I go, Keep my eyes awake and wise, There’s such a lot to know. |
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