Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер)
The Poor Boy’s Christmas
Observe, my child, this pretty scene, And note the air of pleasure keen With which the widow’s orphan boy Toots his tin horn, his only toy. What need of costly gifts has he? The widow has nowhere to flee. And ample noise his horn emits To drive the widow into fits. MORAL: The philosophic mind can see The uses of adversity.
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