  O, a wonderful scholar Is our little Kate! She reads in a primer; She writes on a slate; Her lines are not even; Her O’s are not round; And her words in the reader Her sewing—what puckers! What stitches! what knots! And along the whole hem, There are tiny red spots. Her weekly reports Tell how oft she has spoken; And there’s not a rule That she never has broken. child with globe beside them Yet she comes to mamma As if a “bad mark,” Should be paid for by this. And she cries in delight, While she swings round her hat: “I’m a wonderful scholar, For I can spell ‘cat!’ C-A-T, Cat!” —K. L. |
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