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FIVE LITTLE WHITE HEADS. 



Five little white heads peeped out of the mold, 

 When the dew was damp and the night was 



cold ; 

 And they crowded their way through the 



soil with pride, 

 * ' Hurrah ! We are going to be mushrooms ! ' 

 * they cried, 



But the sun came up, and the sun shone down. 

 And the little white heads were shriveled and 



brown ; 

 Long were their faces, their pride had a fall — 

 They were nothing but toad-stools, after all. 



— Walter Learned, in St. NicHOLAs/or June. 



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