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The Story of
2 Fidgety Philip
Read the poem.
Let me see if Philip can Catches at the cloth, but then
Be a little gentleman That makes matters worse again.
Let me see, if he is able Down upon the ground they fall.
To sit still for once at table: Glasses, plates, knives, forks and all.
Thus Papa bade Phil behave; How Mamma did fret and frown.
And Mamma look’d very grave. When she saw them tumbling down!
But fidgety Phil, And Papa made such a face!
He won’t sit still; Philip is in sad disgrace.
He wriggles Fairly cover’d up you see!
and giggles, Cloth and all are lying on him;
And then, I declare He has pull’d down all upon him.
Swings backwards and forwards What a terrible to-do!
And tilts up his chair, Dishes, glasses, snapt in two!
Just like any rocking horse; - Here a knife, and there a fork!
“Philip! I am getting cross!” Philip, this is cruel work.
See the naughty restless child Table all so bare, and ah!
Growing still more rude and wild. Poor Papa, and poor Mamma
Till his chair falls over quite. Look quite cross, and wonder how
Philip screams with all his might. They shall make their dinner now.
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