A Child's Troubles

A CHILD'S TROUBLES.

I wish I knew my letters well,

So I might learn to read and spell;

I'd find them on my pretty card,

If they were not so very hard.

"Now S is crooked - don't you see?

And G is making mouths at me,

And O is something like a ball, -

It hasn't any end at all.

And all the rest are - my! so queer!

They look like crooked sticks - oh, dear!

Ma counted six, and twenty more;

What do they have so many for?

From St. Nicholas