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Oranges and apples,

And baby’s ball, are round;

And my pretty picture-book,

That is square, I’ve found;

And an egg is oval,

And the corners all,

When you take them by themselves,

Triangles they call.

I am perpendicular

When I stand up straight,

I am horizontal

When in bed I wait;

And from sitting quite erect,

If I chance to swerve,

Then my rounded shoulders make

What is called a curve.

See! a sheet of paper

I roll together neat,

Straight and smooth, and then I have

A cylinder complete;

But if thus I widen out

Either end alone,

Look! it makes a different thing, —

That is called a cone.

Points there are, a many,

On my pencil one,

Two on mother’s scissors,

Five a star has on;

And our doggie has one

Right upon his nose,

And my dancing-master says,

“Children, point your toes!”

Oh! the world of wonders

Is so very full,

How can little children learn

Half enough in school?

I must look about me

Everywhere I go,

Keep my eyes awake and wise,

There’s such a lot to know.