The Breath O' Life
Our lungs are formed of curious cells,
And tubes to draw in air,--
And if we breathe quite deep and full
And take our needful share,
'Twill keep our blood so red and pure,
Our health so firm and true,
We scarce shall know what suffering means,
But joyous feel, and new.
But if we wear our clothing tight,
The little cells will close,
And then they cannot do their work,
And thus our health we lose;
Or if we breathe the air impure,
'T will give us tainted blood,
While plenty, pure, sun-ripened air
Will make us glad and good.
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