A Warning To Frances

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Title:     A Warning To Frances
Author: Elizabeth Turner [More Titles by Turner]

As Frances was playing and turning around,
Her head grew so giddy she fell to the ground;
'Twas well that she was not much hurt;
But, O what a pity! her frock was so soil'd
That had you beheld the unfortunate child,
You had seen her all cover'd with dirt.

Her mother was sorry, and said, "Do not cry,
And Mary shall wash you, and make you quite dry,
If you'll promise to turn round no more."
"What, not in the parlour?" the little girl said.
"No, not in the parlour; for lately I read
Of a girl who was hurt with the door.

"She was playing and turning, until her poor head
Fell against the hard door, and it very much bled;
And I heard Dr. Camomile tell
That he put on a plaster and cover'd it up,
Then he gave her some tea that was bitter to sup,
Or perhaps it had never been well."

[The end]
Elizabeth Turner's poem: Warning To Frances

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