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pin, needle, and scissors.
"You make me laugh," the Needle cried;
"That you 've a head can't be denied;
For you a very proper head,
Without an eye, and full of lead."
"You are so cross, and sharp, and thin,"
Replied the poor insulted Pin,
"I hardly dare a word to say,
And wish, indeed, you were away.
That golden eye in your poor head,
Was only made to hold a thread;
All your fine airs are foolish fudge,
For you are nothing but a drudge;
But I, in spite of your abuse,
Am made for pleasure and for use.
I fasten the bouquet and sash,
And help the ladies make a dash;
I go abroad and gaily roam,
While you are rusting here at home."
"Stop! " cried the Needle; "you 're too much;
You've brass enough to beat the Dutch:
Do I not make the ladies' clothes,
Ere I retire to my repose?
Then who, forsooth, the glory wins?
Alas! 't is finery and pins.
This is the world's unjust decree,
But what is this vain world to me?
I 'd rather live with my own kin,
Than dance about like you, vain Pin.
"That you 've a head can't be denied;
For you a very proper head,
Without an eye, and full of lead."
"You are so cross, and sharp, and thin,"
Replied the poor insulted Pin,
"I hardly dare a word to say,
And wish, indeed, you were away.
That golden eye in your poor head,
Was only made to hold a thread;
All your fine airs are foolish fudge,
For you are nothing but a drudge;
But I, in spite of your abuse,
Am made for pleasure and for use.
I fasten the bouquet and sash,
And help the ladies make a dash;
I go abroad and gaily roam,
While you are rusting here at home."
"Stop! " cried the Needle; "you 're too much;
You've brass enough to beat the Dutch:
Do I not make the ladies' clothes,
Ere I retire to my repose?
Then who, forsooth, the glory wins?
Alas! 't is finery and pins.
This is the world's unjust decree,
But what is this vain world to me?
I 'd rather live with my own kin,
Than dance about like you, vain Pin.
