594 THE A.B.C. BOOK
" They shall have something new," said he who wrote the new A.B.C. verses, which lie there scattered on the floor. I know them ! more than ten times have I heard him read them aloud to himself ! it was such a pleasure to him. No, may I beg to have my own verses, the good old ones with Xanthus, and the pictures which belong to them ; these will I fight for, these will I crow for ! Every book in the book-case knows them well. Now I shall read the new ones he has written, read them with all calmness, and then let us agree that they are no good ! '
An Ayah has an Eastern air And others' children are her care.
A Boor in former days but toiled ; Now he 's somewhat proud and spoiled.
' That verse, now, I think wonderfully flat! ' said the cock, ' but I will read on ! '
Columbus sailed across the main, And earth became as large again.
Of Denmark's kingdom it is told, God over it His hand will hold.
' Many will think that beautiful ! ' said the cock, * but I don't! I find nothing beautiful here ! Let us read on ! '
The Elephant, though young it be, Can tread but heavily, we see.
When rain makes rivers rise in Flood, It may do harm, but also good.
A Goose, though ne'er so wisely taught, Is always slow in learning aught.