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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
Now I am kind of worried like For fear some of those men That 's sailing round and round the airth Will find the pole and then
Some of them chaps who thoughtlessly At common sense will scoff Will take it into their wise heads To cut the North Pole off! And then what would become of us? I'm sure I haint no notion—I spose that we, the world and all Would fall into the Ocean!
And what a bad thing that would be— How dreadful is the sound—To let the world fall in the sea And all the good folks drown'd! I wish that them ere pesky folks Would let the pole alone; I think that they had better find Some business of their own!
I wish some one would find them folks And try and make them see That they had better stay at home And let the North Pole be!
