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FLYING KITES

 
A blustering windy day's just right
For boys who want to fly a kite;
And it affords the greatest joy
To make and use the pretty toy.
 
 
But Aged Duffers, do not try
A large-sized paper kite to fly;
You could not manage tail or string,
And ten to one you'd spoil the thing.
 

BOATS ON THE LAKE

 
A morning full of happiness any boy may find
By sailing boats upon the lake, if he is so inclined;
The wind it drives them out to sea, he pulls them back, and then
They jerk and struggle to be free – away they go again!
They wibble-wobble as they sail, and sometimes they upset, —
Of course he reaches out for them, – of course he gets quite wet.
 
 
But Aged Grandsires, if you must sail boats in Central Park,
Play properly, don't splash yourself, and run back home ere dark.
 

AT CONEY ISLAND

 
See proud Belinda smartly dressed
In all her flaunting Sunday best;
With muslin hat and ruffles big
She cannot comfortably dig.
 
 
Ask her if she would like to play, —
She will not answer either way;
She'll only shake herself, and then,
Just pout and grin and pout again.
 
 
Dear Grandams, meekly learn from this,
How very ill-advised it is
To don a costume fine and grand
When you go playing in the sand.
 
 
Instead of your bespangled net,
Or moire velvet edged with jet,
Just wear a gingham, simply made,
So you can tuck it up and wade.
 

IN CENTRAL PARK

 
In Central Park, along the Mall,
We see the gay goat-carriage crawl;
With little boys and girls inside,
Enjoying their exciting ride.
 
 
Right willingly each nimble steed
Exerts his very utmost speed;
And o'er the smooth hard road they race
At something like a turtle's pace.
 
 
But stout old men and portly dames,
Pray, do not urge your rightful claims;
And even though you have the price,
Listen, I beg, to my advice.
 
 
Do not insist on getting in
The little carriage for a spin;
You'd not look picturesque at all
Careering up and down the Mall.