ennyway. i gess the Head girls wont want to tell on me another time.

   June 23. there is a dead rat in the wall in my room. it smells auful.

    "Where's the maternal parent of

    This boy that stands in need of beating,

    And of this babe that pines for love?"

    "Oh, she is at a Mothers' Meeting!"

    "Fair daughter, why these young tears shed,

    For passion's tale, too sweet and fleeting,

    Lonely and mute, uncomforted?"

    "My mother's at a Mothers' Meeting."

    "Man, whom misfortunes jeer and taunt,

    Whom frauds forsake, and hope is cheating,

    Fly to your mother's arms." "I can't—

    You see, she's at a Mothers' Meeting."

    Alas, what next will woman do?

    Love, duty, children, home, maltreating,

    The while she, smiling, rallies to

    The roll-call of a Mothers' Meeting!

    One day w'en Mister Rabbit wuz a-settin' in de grass

    He see Miss Mary comin', en he wouldn't let her pass,

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