  "My dear little Ned," His grandmamma said, "I think I have caution'd you twice; I hope you'll take heed, I do, love, indeed, And I beg you'll not venture on ice. "Good skaters, I know, On the ice often go, And also will others entice, When there has not been frost Two days at the most, And when very thin is the ice." He went to the brook, Resolv'd but to look, And the slides were so long, He knew 'twould be wrong, So he did not then go on the ice. He wisely behav'd, And his life thus he sav'd; For Sam Headstrong (who ne'er took advice) Went where it was thin— Alas! he fell in: He sank, and went under the ice. |
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