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We tell a tale, 'tis all in rhyme, / To show how boy earned a dime:
A parson who his flock did feed, / On written sermons he did read.
One day at top of pulpit stair / He was thrown into despair, / For he had forgot his paper, / And his thoughts were but as vapor.
But fortunate his own dear wife, / Who often soothed his ills in life.
She found sermon on the table, / And found a boy who was able / To deliver it in good time, / By promising to give him dime.
The boy to church did quickly run, / And he the dime then fairly won.
So he went back to parsonage / And demanded then his wage;
The wife she asked the little vermin / If he had delivered sermon.
Said he, "My contract I did cover, / I gave it to parson to deliver, / And he delivers it with feeling.
And the poor folks' hearts he's healing. "