What The Burdock Was Good For

"CJood for notliing," the farmer said, Ab he made a sweep at the burdock's head ; Uut then, he thought it wa best no doubt, To come soine day and root it out So he lowered his scytbe, and wont bis war, To ase his coru, to gather his hay ; And the weed grew safe and strong and tali, Olose by the side of the garden wall. "tiood for a home," cried the llttle toad, As he hopped up out of the duaty road. He had ]ust been having a dreadful fnght, The boy wbo gave it was yet in sightHere it was cold and dark and green, The safest kind of a leaf y screen. The toad was happy; Tur," Baid he, "The burdock was plainly meant for me. "Qood for a prop," the spider thought, And to and fro with care he wrought, TUI he fastened it well to an evergreen, And spun his cables fine between. 'T was a beautiful bridge,- a triumph ol skin; The files carne round, as idlers will; The Bpider lurked in bis corner dim, The more that carne, the better for hiin. "Good for play," siid a child perplexed To know wliat frolic was coming next. She gathered the burs that all despised, A.nd her city playmate was quite sarprised Tosee what a beautiful basket or chair Could be made, with a little time and cara. They rangod their treasures about witü prlde, And played all day by the lurdock's side. Nothiag is lost in this world of ouar; Honey comes f rom the idle flowers; The weeds which we pass ia utter scorn, May save a Ufe by auother morn. Wonder awaits us at every turn. We must be silent, and gladly learn. No room for recklessaess or abuse, Siuce even a burdock has its use.