So now, little one, run away home, and
try to be more thoughtful in the future. Your sheep will never miss
the tails, for they have never had them."
And now
Little Bo-Peep no more did weep;
My tale of tails ends here.
Each cat has one,
But sheep have none;
Which, after all, is queer!
The Story of Tommy Tucker
The Story of Tommy Tucker
Little Tommy Tucker sang for his supper.
What did he sing for? white bread and butter.
How could he cut it, without any knife?
How could he marry, without any wife?
Little Tommy Tucker was a waif of the streets. He never remembered
having a father or mother or anyone to care for him, and so he learned
to care for himself. He ate whatever he could get, and slept wherever
night overtook him--in an old barrel, a cellar, or, when fortune
favored him, he paid a penny for a cot in some rude lodging-house.
His life about the streets taught him early how to earn a living by
doing odd jobs, and he learned to be sharp in his speech and wise
beyond his years.
One morning Tommy crawled out from a box in which he had slept over
night, and found that he was hungry. His last meal had consisted of a
crust of bread, and he was a growing boy with an appetite.
He had been unable to earn any money for several days, and this
morning life looked very gloomy to him.
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