The Family BibleOld man Higgins built a shelf,
For the family Bible to rest itself,
Lest a sticky finger or a grimy thumb
Might injure the delicate pages some.
He cautioned the children to touch it not,
And it rested there with never a blot,
Though the Higgins tribe is a troublesome lot.
His neighbor, Miggins, built a shelf,
"Come Children," he said, "and help yourself."
Now the Miggins' Bible is ragged and worn
With some of the choicest pages torn
Where children have fingered and thumbed and read,
But of the Miggins children it is said,
Each carries a Bible in his head.
(Author Unknown)
