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I hate my geography lesson!

It's nothing but nonsense and names.

To bother me so every Thursday,

I think it's the greatest of shames.

The brooklets flow into the rivers,

The rivers flow into the sea;

For my part, I hope they enjoy it!

But what does it matter to me?

Of late even more I've disliked it,

More thoroughly odious it seems,

Ever since that sad night of last winter,

When I had that most frightful of dreams.

I'd studied two hours that evening,

On mountains and rivers and lakes;

When I'd promised to go down to Grandpa's,

For one of Aunt Susan's plum-cakes.