A boy looked over a wall,
And spied some lovely apples;
"But," says he "the tree is tall,
And belongs to 'Grumpie Chapples!'
Still, I think some could be got
By a climbing lad like me:
I'll try and steal a lot,
So here goes up the tree."
[Illustration: Apple Thief Hanging From Wall With Dog Below.]
The wall he then got over,
And up the tree he went;
But Chapples, mowing clover,
Espied the wicked gent.
He let him fill his school-bag--
Get over the wall again;
Rushed up and played at touch-tag,
Which surprised him much, and then:--
_Look at the Picture!!!_