"Tis royal fun," cried lazy Ned,
"To coast upon my fine new sled,
And beat the other boys;
But then, I cannot bear to climb,
The tiresome hill, for every time
It more and more annoys."
~ ~ ~
So while his schoolmates glided by,
And gladly tugged uphill to try
Another merry race,
Too indolent to share their plays,
Ned was compelled to stand and gaze,
While shivering in his place.
~ ~ ~
This, he would never take the pains
To seek the prize of labor gains,
Until the time had passed;
For, all his life, he dreaded still
The silly bugbear of uphill,
And died a dunce at last.
~ ~ ~
I don't know why but I
found that so funny!!
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