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THERE’S WISDOM IN “A LIITLE”
To the Spirit for His most valued directions.
There was a little farmer,
Who had a little orchard
He cleared and tilled and watered;
But which yielded a meagre.
The farmer applied more skill
And replanted the little
Under the sun and drizzle;
It brought forth more, a little.
He never had a trouble;
He took care of his little
And did put down his sickle
And so he had a triple.
He never had a trouble;
His earns were now multiple,
And he grew not one wrinkle,
Till when he heard of ‘weasels'.
He rushed and dropped his little
And sold it for a little
And went after ‘big weasels'
And landed in some trouble.
He battled long on weasels
He knelt and earned but bristles
His earns but half his little,
He never caught a weasel.
He worked and became feeble
His earnings but a trifle
He threw in all his struggles
Till he became a cripple
He thought then of his ‘little'
It now fed other people
He wept but not a little
It became a parable.
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THERE`S WISDOM IN “A LIITLE”
THERE`S WISDOM IN “A LIITLE”
