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Ah don t you remember tis almost December

Ah! don't you remember 'tis almost December
And soon will the holidays come
Oh 'twill be so funny I've plenty of money
I'll buy me a sword and a drum.
Thus said little Harry unwilling to tarry
Impatient from school to depart
But we shall discover this holiday lover
Knew little what was in his heart.
For when on returning he gave up his learning
Away from his sums and his books
Though playthings surrounded and sweetmeats abounded
Chagrin still appear'd in his looks.
Though first they delighted his toys were now slighted
And thrown away out of his sight
He spent every morning in stretching and yawning
Yet went to bed weary at night.
He had not that treasure which really makes pleasure
A secret discover'd by few .
You'll take it for granted more playthings he wanted
Oh naught was something to do.
We must have employment to give us enjoyment
And pass the time cheerfully away
And study and reading give pleasure exceeding
The pleasures of toys and of play.
To school now returningto study and learning
With eagerness Harry applied
He felt no aversion to books or exertion
Nor yet for the holidays sigh'd..

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