Josephus loved to strut, and cry:
"No boy in town is rich as I!"
And vainly both his aunties tried
To break him of such foolish pride.
His little playmates, in delight,
Made fun of him with all their might,
While he pretended not to see
Or sneered at them unpleasantly.
At length misfortunes came, -- and left
Josephus of his wealth bereft!
He made his way, -- but first of all
He learned: -- Pride goes before a fall!
by Elizabeth Kirkman Fitzhugh.
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