Oh! you should have seen him shiver
    When they pulled him from the river. 
    He was in a sorry plight! 
    Dripping wet, and such a fright! 
    Wet all over, everywhere,
    Clothes, and arms, and face, and hair: 
    Johnny never will forget
    What it is to be so wet.

    And the fishes, one, two, three,
    Are come back again, you see;
    Up they came the moment after,
    To enjoy the fun and laughter. 
    Each popped out his little head,
    And, to tease poor Johnny, said
    “Silly little Johnny, look,
    You have lost your writing-book!”

The Story of Flying Robert

    When the rain comes tumbling down
    In the country or the town,
    All good little girls and boys
    Stay at home and mind their toys. 
    Robert thought, “No, when it pours,
    It is better out of doors.” 
    Rain it did, and in a minute
    Bob was in it. 
    Here you see him, silly fellow,
    Underneath his red umbrella.

    What a wind! oh! how it whistles
    Through the trees and flowers and thistles! 
    It has caught his red umbrella: 
    Now look at him, silly fellow—­
    Up he flies
    To the skies. 
    No one heard his screams and cries;
    Through the clouds the rude wind bore him,
    And his hat flew on before him.

    Soon they got to such a height,
    They were nearly out of sight. 
    And the hat went up so high,
    That it nearly touched the sky. 
    No one ever yet could tell
    Where they stopped, or where they fell: 
    Only this one thing is plain,
    Bob was never seen again!