Extremes

A poem by James Whitcomb Riley

I

A little boy once played so loud
That the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud,
Said, "Since I can't be heard, why, then
I'll never, never thunder again!"




II

And a little girl once kept so still
That she heard a fly on the window-sill
Whisper and say to a lady-bird, -
"She's the stilliest child I ever heard!"

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