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Enchanted Tulips and Other Verses for Children. Keary, M. (Maud).
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  • NOW listen: Once upon a time,
  • There lived a foolish boy,
  • Who would not be contented
  • With any pretty toy.
  • But one thing he did wish for,
  • You’ll think it very droll—
  • For sure enough he wanted
  • To see the great North Pole.
  • He rode upon a donkey,
  • Once in the summer weather,
  • These two fit companions
  • Went on their way together.
  • They travelled through great deserts,
  • And forests that were greater;
  • They waded through the seas, and then
  • Jumped over the Equator.
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  • And so they journeyed Northward,
  • A long, long, weary way;
  • It was a toilsome journey
  • For the longest summer day.
  • At last they reached the great North Pole,
  • And it, with age, was white;
  • To see it there so stiff and still
  • It was a wondrous sight.
  • Then, foolish boy, he touched it
  • With one finger—only one—
  • But quickly he repented
  • What he had rashly done!
  • For three tall icebergs round him,
  • Each shook its great white head,
  • And then there were no icebergs there,
  • But three tall men instead.
  • “Foolish little boy,” said one,
  • “You shall be always cold.”
  • The second said, “And you shall live
  • Till you are very old.”
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  • The third said, “You may tremble,
  • For all we say is true,
  • And everything you breathe upon
  • Shall be as cold as you.”
  • And so it is—we always know
  • When that little boy is near,
  • And when our lips are pinched and blue,
  • We say, “Jack Frost is here.”
  • He walks about at nightfall,
  • And kills the poor field‐mice;
  • He breathes upon the rivers,
  • And they are turned to ice.
  • He passes through our gardens,—
  • We see where he has been,
  • For every little blade of grass
  • Is white instead of green;
  • And if a foolish snowdrop
  • Lifts up too soon its head,
  • He holds it in his prickly hand
  • Till the little thing is dead.
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  • He stays here all the winter,
  • Sometimes till almost May,
  • Then come the gentle summer winds
  • And blow him quite away.