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50 SONGS FOE THE NURSERY. |
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Nor looking behind him, made straight for the
door, Bare-headed rushed out, and was never seen more!
Mr. Pincher, the beau, now the ladies entreated To forget their alarm, and again to be seated; While each gentleman dog did his best to restore The enjoyment and mirth which existed before.
The laugh and the jest now flew merrily round� A happier party could scarcely be found; And soon to the ball-room they eagerly went, On waltzing and polking each mind fully bent.
On high, in a gallery, in white ermine suits, Four mewsical cats sat, with fiddles and flutes; While the leader, in front, with a wave of his paw, To the mewsic and dancing gave order and law.
The mewsic struck up, and each dog took his place
In the right merry dance, with a right merry face;
They waltzed and they polked, till the low, droop�ing tail
Plainly showed that their strength was beginning to fail.
Each dog then his partner led back to her seat, Aud hastened to bring her an ice-cream to eat; While he gallantly stood by, and said, with a boir, That a happier dog never lived, he would ivoiv.
Then, in cloaks and in shawls muffled up to the
chin, To their coaches, long waiting, the ladies got in; Aud, chatting, drove off, with their beaux by their
side, To protect them from harm as they homeward did
ride.
FINALE.
Old Towser, as it now was late,
Shut up the house and locked the gate;
Then stretched himself upon the floor, And loudly soon began to snore. |
And Bluebird, who looks like a handful of sky, Dropped in with her spouse as the morning wore
by;
The yellow-birds, too, wee bundles of sun,
With the brave chickadees, came along to the fun.
Miss Phcebe was there, in her prim suit of brown; In fact, all the birds in the fair leafy town. The neighbors, of course, were politely invited ; Not even the ants and the crickets were slighted.
The grasshoppers came � some in gray, some in
green, And covered with dust, hardly fit to be seen ; Miss Miller flew in, with her gown white as milk; Aud Lady Bug flourished a new crimson silk.
The bees turned out lively, the young and the old, And proud as could be, in their spencers of gold; But Miss Caterpillar, how funny of her, She hurried along in her mantle of fur!
There were big bugs in plenty, and gnats great
and small� A very hard matter to mention them all. And what did they do ? Why, they sported and
sang, Till all the green wood with their melody rang.
Whoe'er gave a picnic so grand and so gay ? They hadn't a shower, I'm happy to say. And when the sun fell, like a cherry-ripe red, The fire-flies lighted them all home to bed. |
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COCK ROBIN'S DEATH.
Who killed Cock Robin ? "I," said the Sparrow, " With my bow and arrow,
And I killed Cock Robin !"
Who saw him die ? " I," said the Fly, "With my little eye,
Aud I saw him die !"
Who caught his blood ?
" I," said the Fish,
" In my little dish, And I caught his blood!" |
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THE BIRDS' PICNIC.
The birds gave a picnic, the morning was fine, They all came in couples, to chat and to dine ; Miss Robin, Miss Wren, and the two Misses Jay, Were dressed in a manner decidedly gay. |
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