LITTLE PETER KEIR.
There was a little boy, Peter Keir was his name. When anyone called him He just never came. "Come in. Peter Keir!'* Came his poor mother's call. But Peter Keir rave her No answer at all.
The reason she called him Can need no explaining. Ton see by the picture How hard it was raining. But Peter loved rain When it chuckles and srurffles. He splashed in the street And made beautiful swirgles. The rain reached his knees. He was standing right in it. But when he was called He replied, **ln a minute.**
It reached to his neck: It WAS rainy that day. And the first thing he knew He was floating away. “Hello!” said a duck, “I have seen you before.” “I knew It.** said Peter, “We live right next door.” He held the duck’s tail. (I love ducks, don’t you?).. And the duck took him home In a minute or two.
* PETER KEIR!” said his mother. And thanked the kind duck. Who replied, "Not at all. “It was just my good luck.” And now Peter answers ithout much delay. Still, he likes to remember That one wild wet <tav
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 50, 21 May 1927, Page 26 (Supplement)
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195LITTLE PETER KEIR. Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 50, 21 May 1927, Page 26 (Supplement)
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