War ano Appitration | |

WE had a war outside our gate, Tom and his brother Jack and 1;
Our balls were big, and made of snow, and oh! how they did fly.

WE built a fort where Timothy made b'lieve he was the garrison,
__», But we three ‘boys just routed him; my! wasn't it great fun.
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MEAN at first, for pretty soon I got real mad, I'll tell you why;
Tim threw a ball and hit my face, and most put out my eye.

ELL, then we all got hold of Tim, and tumbled him with all our might,
Till he looked like a real snow man, from head to foot all white.

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HEN we took sides, for ’twasn’t fair for three to be ’gainst one, you know,
So Jack stood out with Timothy, and Tom took me, and so

E beat, for Tom’s the bravest boy there is in all creation—
I mean we would have beat, but Jack called out for arbitration;

ND that means that folks mustn’t fight, with snowballs, nor with swords,
ie But sit down still in Father’s barn, and settle it by words.

CHARLOTTE F. DALEY.