The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1901-09-11
TAMPERING WITH TRIn !
rHE RuLLFRoG,s rA1r

II M a big pass NIT OF tne tnlrd degree
There is nothing that's just like me,
In the musgy depths, Upon the bant.
am quite the biggest toad
No tadpole ever that's yet been Matched
Has equaled the way I've growed.
Then he struck a note, and he looked aha.
And he saw he alone
And he said 1--WE a voice like the n,ot.,.
OF wonderful depth and tone:
And when, OH say, has leg like mine
Burst on your startled view?
It's the graceful limb of the biggest to.a
That grows in the whole blamed slousA
And he said "I'm the bulliest bull-,o,d, s,
That ever has split the scum
And the cow-toads and the calf-toads ~.
Have a notion that | am somel
When | trill note in my swelling thro,.
All other toads are still;
While the melody trickes across the sor.,
And echoes beyond the hill.
"Oh, I modestly make the claim right her.
That mine is voice divine
There never was bass that the world b.. l..
That was quite so bass as mime
lust then an interruption came.
And bull of beef-extract brand
Came prancing down to the old sloueh's b,,t
And stood on the moonlit strand.
There was something wrong with his trenoI. !.
Or digestion perhaps was bad;
At any rate he just stretched his neck
And beloved away like mad
Then the bull toad on the mossgrown loc
4 Assumed look quite bored;
And he said Il wish you'd repeat that nh,
think l can catch the chord"
So the bull just rumbled away once more
Like a thunder storm a-hoof;
And the bulfrog moved his toadstool of
And sat very much aloof;
And he said, with sneer: 81 can bea, TIA, \.
And I'll scare that bull to DEATH
He has never yet heard a voice like mine:
Oh-h-h-h, wait till get my BREATH"
So he sat and he sucked the ozone in
And he drank up the atmosphere;
And he said: That bull will die of fright
When my voice strikes on his earl"
But an awful finish awaited him.
When his bellows of air was full
He busted up like rubber balloon,
But he never feazed the bull
There's a moral tied to this bullfrogs tale
For this bullfrog had tale
IT'S just that ambition uncontrolled
Is very like to fail.
If you follow the gait of a swifter toad
You'll find the games no joke,
It's pace that will kill all Joy you've known
And its finish will see you broke.
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1t is to be hoped that when the would-be asssd,j
resident is arraigned for punishment few preceded
killed in order to give him the punishment he neal
Many people travel far north in the summer 10 Il
ee the midnight sun. The all night is not 50 MI
lrity.
The Constitution should at least get booty pras
Grover Cleveland, who is going to Colorado
ons, refuses to say what kind of bait he will take ~
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The steel strike hasn't been settled once since The 1
i assassination of the president.
Kentuckans are now drinking to the presidentsu
AFTER THE RAIN.
h buttercups are in tn wet an never seem ter un
And over yonder meath til clouds tn wide wids
clover
re sorter smiln at tn murk like they knowed na
it
A rainbow was a-hidin' out until tn storm was 's'
n tn mornn glorys Dustin cups are jest a-oveiO'l
An tn cockscomb like fare o fame jest la9'I
at tn rain;
While fergtmenots an violets are jest drowned
swimmin,
Yet yeh can tell they know right we'll tn sum- sA
N so when skies are dim an dark an nights H II
lowry, /
There is jest funny somethin' ribs my soul
glad; i
h nights awake in perfume when tn days been Z
show'ry,
N smiles o JOY look sweeter face at efs' W.
m, oh, tn fields are greener when tn sky mas III
darklin',
An tn posies drip with nectar, an when tn sun
h dewdrops hang like diamonds, an eacn s''S
a-sparklin', ,aE
An Natures twice as pretty when she's lausnn
her tears. LID