THE LOSING BAG.
Reading edition
Little Harry Careless Was always losing things— Shoes and hats, and slates and books, Pencils, marbles, strings— Till at last his mother Took a faded flag (A great, enormous one it was) And made of it a bag. "Now, my careless Harry," Said she, with a kiss, "When you feel like losing things, Pop them into this." "That I will," cried Harry, Happy as a king; And since he's had the losing bag He's never lost a thing.
"HOLD YOUR GIRAFFE, SIR?"
THE GIRAFFE IS HELD.
