Extremes by James Whitcomb Riley
I
A little boy once played so loud
That the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud,
Said, “Since I can’t be heard, why, then
I’ll never, never thunder again!”
II
And a little girl once kept so still
That she heard a fly on the window-sill
Whisper and say to a lady-bird,–
“She’s the stilliest child I ever heard!”