ROSE AND CATERPILLAR.
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"Oh, caterpillar," said a rose One lovely summer day, "Your constant eating drives me wild; I wish you'd go away. I really can not see what use You and your kind can be; You naught but mischief do, and are Unpleasant things to see." A moment after that same rose Smiled on a butterfly That stopped to show his rainbowed wings As he was passing by. Oh, if she only could have known— The pretty, dainty rose— He was a caterpillar too, Arrayed in splendid clothes!