OUR average troubles.[Alfred Gleason fu Detroit Chaff.]One summer’s evening long ago? blEd tbat none tfii know,And Um-Ginko Tree sold “Woe is me I’*Y Bl^d,” 8aid tUe ®iuklt;um xlr ault;* ^00 is mo!'Tis the Woggly Bird” said the Ginko Trea.Under the shade of the tree it sat, And built its nest in the Ginko’s iiafc;And the eggs were laid that seemed to be Ihe eggs of the foe to the Ginko Troo:Ah, met aln met they seemed to bo The eggs of the foe of the Ginko TrTroo.“It’s most absurd, its most absurd 1 I i not be fooled by the Woggly Bird,” The sad tree sang, and “Woe to mo I 1\ by was I born a Ginko Tree?” *!!^P» niet ah, met and woo to mo! Oh I why was I bom a Ginko Tree?”“Revengo is sweet!” the Ginko cried, fo stand upon his head ho tried:But failed, for he’d not been taught Twicn young to posture as ho ought: Ah, me. ah, mo! he’d not been taught M hen young to posture as ho ought.So now the little Woggleta roost (At least a year ago they used)Upon the branch—if branch there be,The branch of tho ill-used Ginko Tree.Au, mej ah, mol if branch there be,They roo«t on the branch of tho Ginko Tw.mohal.There's no such thing as the Ginko Tree,1 here s no such thing and ne’er will be: its also true—though most absurd — rUoro’s no such thing as a Woggly Bird,Ah. mo! oh, me I it’s most absurd,But there’s no such thing os a Woggly Bird!