Extremes

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I

  A little boy once played so loud
  That the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud,
  Said, "Since I can't be heard, why, then
  I'll never, never thunder again!"


II

  And a little girl once kept so still
  That she heard a fly on the window-sill
  Whisper and say to a lady-bird,--
  "She's the stilliest child I ever heard!"

© James Whitcomb Riley