The Poetry Corner

Extremes

By James Whitcomb Riley

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!"