Hurrah,
hurrah! It’s going to snow!”
Cried little Erastus Brown;
He
thought the slide, he thought the ride,
The happiest boy in town.
Next
day he was asked to dig a path –
His countenance went way down;
“I
hate the old snow!” In tones of deep woe,
Cried little Erastus Brown.
Feb.
7, ‘06
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