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SONGS FOR THE NURSERY. |
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In the barn a little mousie
Ran to and fro ; For she heard the little kitty,
Long time ago-
Two black eyes had little Kitty,
Black as a crow; And they spied the little mousie,
Long time ago.
Four soft paws had little Kitty, Paws soft as dough;
And they caught the little mousie, Long time ago.
Nine pearl teeth had little Kitty,
All in a row; And they bit the little mousie,
Long time ago.
When the teeth bit little Mousie, Mousie cried, " Oh!"
But she got away from Kitty, Long time ago. |
THE GREEDY LITTLE MOUSE.
I'll tell you a tale of a little gray mouse, That lived in the pantry of Grandma's old house: He nibbled the pies, and the cake, and the cheese, Then danced all about at his pleasure and ease.
The moment he heard Grandma open the door, He'd scamper away to his hole in the floor; While Grandma, amazed at the loss of her cake, Would think it was Billy, or else little Jake.
At last she espied Mouse's crumbs lying round, And said, "Ah, the rogue! he must surely be
found." And so she went hunting all over the house, But naught could she find of the little gray mouse.
For Mousie was cunning, it must be confessed, And kept very still in his snug little nest, Until all the hunting and searching was o'er; Then into the pantry he went as before.
He climbed on the table, then ran up the shelf� To cake, rich and spicy, went helping himself; Then into the cheese-box he poked his gray nose, And even the butter showed marks of his toes.
One day little Mousie came out as before,
And scattered the cake-crumbs all over the floor,
Until of its richness he'd eaten his fill;
Then up he went, climbing a higher shelf still.
A jar partly filled with some rich golden cream, Was partly concealed by a large wooden beam. " Now for a feast!" said the mouse, with a sigh; " If I can but reach it�at least I can try."
And so he leaped up to the edge of the jar, And took a peep down, but the cream was too far. With all his exertion it just touched his chin ; And he then lost his balance, and tumbled right in.
The cream filled his nose, it filled up his eyes; It filled up his mouth, and it stifled his cries. He struggled and struggled, but all was in vain� The cream drew him under again and again.
At last all was silent; not even his head Was seen in the cream-pot�for Mousie was dead. With rich satisfaction did Pussy's eyes gleam, WThen she feasted on Mousie all covered with cream! |
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THE GREAT BROWN OWL.
Aunt Effie's Rhymes.
The brown owl sits in the ivy-bush,
And she looketh wondrous wise, With a horny beak beneath her cowl,
And a pair of large round eyes.
She sat all day on the self-same spray,
From sunrise till sunset; And the dim gray light it was all too bright
For the owl to see in yet.
"Jenny Owlet, Jenny Owlet," said a merry little bird, " They say you're wondrous wise ; But I don't think you see, though you're looking at me With your large, round, shining eyes."
But night came soon, and the pale white moon
Rolled high up in the skies; And the great brown owl flew away in her cowl,
With her large, round, shining eyes. |
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