Then the Moon looked out from a cloud and said: "Are you sorry you ran away? If I light you home to your trundle bed, Will you stay, little boy, will you stay?" And the little boy promised--and cried and cried-- He would never leave his mother's side; And the Moonlight led him over the plain And his mother welcomed him home again. But oh, what a day When the little boy ran away! HE WANTED TO KNOW BY SAM WALTER FOSS He wanted to know how God made the worl' Out er nothin' at all, W'y it wasn't made square, like a block or a brick, Stid er roun', like a ball, How it managed to stay held up in the air, An' w'y it don't fall; All such kin' er things, above an' below, He wanted to know. He wanted to know who Cain had for a wife, An' if the two fit; Who hit Billy Patterson over the head, If he ever got hit; An' where Moses wuz w'en the candle went out, An' if others were lit; If he couldn' fin' these out, w'y his cake wuz all dough, An' he wanted to know. An' he wanted to know 'bout original sin; An' about Adam's fall; If the snake hopped aroun' on the end of his tail Before doomed to crawl, An' w'at would hev happened if Adam hedn' et The ol' apple at all; These ere kind er things seemed ter fill him 'ith woe, An' he wanted to know. An' he wanted to know w'y some folks wuz good, An' some folks wuz mean, W'y some folks wuz middlin' an' some folks wuz fat, An' some folks wuz lean, An' some folks were very learned an' wise, An' some folks dern green; All these kin' er things they troubled him so That he wanted to know. An' so' he fired conundrums aroun', For he wanted to know; An' his nice crop er taters 'ud rot in the groun', An' his stuff wouldn't grow; For it took so much time to ask questions like these, He'd no time to hoe; He wanted to know if these things were so, Course he wanted know. An' his cattle they died, an' his horses grew sick, 'Cause they didn't hev no hay; An' his creditors pressed him to pay up his bills, But he'd no time to pay, For he had to go roun' askin' questions, you know, By night an' by day; He'd no time to work, for they troubled him so, An' he wanted to know. An' now in the poorhouse he travels aroun' In just the same way, An' asks the same questions right over ag'in, By night an' by day; But he haint foun' no feller can answer 'em yit, An' he's ol' an' he's gray, But these same ol' conundrums they trouble him so, That he still wants to know. SOLDIER, REST! BY ROBERT J. BURDETTE A Russian sailed over the blue Black Sea, Just when the war was growing hot, And he shouted, "I'm Tjalikavakeree- Karindabrolikanavandorot- Schipkadirova- Ivandiszstova- Sanilik- Danilik- Varagobhot!"