When Reading

I'm reading along, like a galloping fawn, And then something trips me, as I hurtle along; I land smack on my head, and then I look back; There's something has tripped me, right there on the track- Well, it's a stray 'thee'; and as pretty as you please, That all of a sudden popped up, like the breeze; I was reading along, quite all unaware, And suddenly - boom! a 'thee' did appear. I gather my courage and try to get up, But before I can manage, to pick up my stuff, It happens again; who would have thunk it; I stand up and hit my head, square on a lunkett! Looking above, I can see why and how: It's because I have bumbled, into a stray 'thou'; Who would have guessed, it would cause me to blunder; Cause the last time I saw one, was late eighteen-hundred! The last one is worst; you know it, of course; Almost fell on my head like an anvil, the curse! This one more insidious, than all the others; When a 'thine' smacks your backside, you'll not want another! So be careful, when reading the words of the day, And watch where you walk, even walking away; For, if you're not careful, you could have some pain When the archaic words come, to beat you again.