A Cold Rhyme.
Mary had a little cold, but wouldn't stay at home,
And everywhere that Mary went, the cold was sure to roam;
It wandered into Molly's eyes and filled them full of tears,
It jumped from there to Bobby's nose, and thence to Jimmie's ears.
It painted Anna's throat bright red, and swelled poor Jennie's head,
Dora had a fever, and a cough put Jack to bed.
The moral of this little tale is very quickly said—
She could have saved a lot of pain with just one day in bed!

—Lucy Thibault.