pin, needle, and scissors.
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I 'm taken care of every day:
You 're used awhile, then thrown away;
Or else you get all bent up double,
And a snug crack for all your trouble."
"True," said the Pin, "I am abused.
And sometimes very roughly used;
I often get an ugly crook,
Or fall into a dirty nook;
But there I lie, and never mind it:
Who wants a pin is sure to find it.
In time I am picked up, and then
I lead a merry life again.
You fuss so at a fall or hurt,
And if you touch a little dirt,
You keep up such an odious creaking,
That where you are there is no speaking;
And then your lacquey Emery's called,
And he, poor thing, is pricked and mauled,
Until your daintiness—O shocking!
Is fit for what? to mend a stocking!"
The Needle now began to speak—
They might have quarrelled for a week—
But here the Scissors interposed.
And thus the warm debate was closed:
"You angry Needle! foolish Pin!
How did this nonsense first begin?
You should have both been better taught;
But I will cut the matter short.
You 're used awhile, then thrown away;
Or else you get all bent up double,
And a snug crack for all your trouble."
"True," said the Pin, "I am abused.
And sometimes very roughly used;
I often get an ugly crook,
Or fall into a dirty nook;
But there I lie, and never mind it:
Who wants a pin is sure to find it.
In time I am picked up, and then
I lead a merry life again.
You fuss so at a fall or hurt,
And if you touch a little dirt,
You keep up such an odious creaking,
That where you are there is no speaking;
And then your lacquey Emery's called,
And he, poor thing, is pricked and mauled,
Until your daintiness—O shocking!
Is fit for what? to mend a stocking!"
The Needle now began to speak—
They might have quarrelled for a week—
But here the Scissors interposed.
And thus the warm debate was closed:
"You angry Needle! foolish Pin!
How did this nonsense first begin?
You should have both been better taught;
But I will cut the matter short.
