~ Gke Dell

own goes the bucket, rattles off the chain;

What will there be in it, when it’s up again ?

  
  
  
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Water from the well so deep,
Water bright and clear.
Mind you do not tumble in ;
Do not go so near.
Many fathoms far below, springs are welling deep.

Hold my hand, dear, now you're safe! only just a peep.

What can these two dickies be ?
Surely they don’t think

Of plunging in the depths below,
To take a cooling drink,

Better far content themselves

With puddles from the rain ;

e you or me, if they fall in,

 

They’d ne’er come up again.

Arthur Scanes.