  Once as little Isabella Ventured, with a large umbrella, Out upon a rainy day, She was nearly blown away. Sadly frighten'd then was she, For 'twas very near the sea, And the wind was very high, But, alas! no friend was nigh. Luckily, her good mamma Saw her trouble from afar; Running just in time, she caught her Pretty little flying daughter. Note.—This story recalls the adventures of Robert at the end of Struwwelpeter. Robert, however, was not caught. |
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