The Three Children

  Three children sliding on the ice     Upon a summer's day,   As it fell out they all fell in,     The rest they ran away.   Now, had these children been at home,     Or sliding on dry ground,   Ten thousand pounds to one penny     They had not all been drowned.   You parents all that children have,     And you too that have none,   If you would have them safe abroad     Pray keep them safe at home. ANONYMOUS         *       *        *       *       *