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You poor little birds, It's happened again-- In the midst of your play Down patters the rain.

You were caught in a shower Just so last week, And I thought that morning I ought to speak;

I hear you all up A-singing at dawn, I know you have tried Each tree on the lawn,

Yet not one of you all Have picked up a straw-- Such improvident birds I ne'er before saw.

But I hope you see now That it would be best To let your play go And build you a nest.

WHAT THE GRASSES SAID.

Who can hear the grass talk? Very few, I know; Yet it whispers every day, Sweet and soft and low.

And one day I heard it; Shall I tell you when? I lay on the grass to read, And I heard it then.

Everything was pleasant; Bright the sun did shine; Dew lay in the flowers' eyes, Heavy sleep in mine;

So I gently shut them; Soon they opened wide; For I heard the grasses talk Fast on every side!

This is what they talked about: "Oh, what pleasant weather! Lift your heads up to the sun, Nod and wave together!

"We're so glad that we are grass, Cool and soft and green; Oh, how sad the earth would look If no grass were seen!

"And we love the summer warm, But, oh, dear! oh, dear! What will little grasses do When winter cold is here?

"How the wind will whistle Round about our heads! Oh it's very hard to have No covers on our beds!"

Then the wise red-rose bush Tall, and rough and old, Shook his head, and kindly said, "You will not be cold,

"For God sends a blanket warm For every blade of grass, Soft and light, and white as wool; Not a blade He'll pass!"

TAB-BY'S LULL-A-BY.

Wash-wash-you-cat, Now this side, now that! Wash-wash-you-cat, Keep clean and grow fat!

Four lit-tle ears, And eight lit-tle paws, Two small nos-es, And for-ty sharp claws,

Give moth-er's tongue A great deal to do. So hush! keep still, And I'll sing to you:

Wash-wash-you-cat, Now hold up your chin.

Me-ow! don't you scratch-- To scratch is a sin.

Purr-r! purr-r! Now shut up your eyes; Moth-er will make You some cat-nip pies.

Purr-r! purr-r! Lit-tle balls of fur, Purr-r! purr-r! Lie still, and don't stir.

Wash-wash-you-cat, Lit-tle balls of fur! Wash-wash-you-cat, Purr-r! purr-r!

SOME NAUGHTY I'S.

"I, I, I," Some little people cry: "I won't, I can't, I shall, I shan't--" Oh, what a naughty I;

AT BREAK-FAST.

A gay lit-tle bird That want-ed some fun Flew in and light-ed On the ba-by's bun.

He pecked at a cur-rant, He sipped from the cup, Then hopped on the loaf, And thus piped up:

He splashed the milk, He nib-bled the bread, He spread both wings, He stood on his head.

But still the ba-by Said nev-er a word-- And out of the win-dow Flashed the bird!

BA-BY DIM-PLE AT BREAK-FAST.

She sits in the porch with her sau-cer; Smeared are her fin-gers and thumbs; While a-round with nois-y clat-ter Old hen, with her chick-ens comes.

But the chick-ies sly will pick them When Miss Dim-ple's not on the watch; And old moth-er hen comes bold-ly

NOBODY KNOWS.

How the wind whistles and roars! How he blows, he blows, and he blows! But what does he say at the doors? Nobody knows, nobody knows.

The ground is covered with white, For it snows, it snows, and it snows; But it falls so silent at night That nobody knows, nobody knows.

The grass is springing again, And it grows, it grows, and it grows, In the sunshine and the rain-- How, nobody knows, nobody knows.

Hear the black cock flap his wings! And he crows, he crows, and he crows; But whether he laughs or he sings, Why, nobody knows, nobody knows.

The brook runs sparkling along, And it flows, it flows, and it flows; But what is its rippling song, Why, nobody knows, nobody knows.

The cow comes down through the lane, And she lows, she lows, and she lows; But what she says it is plain That nobody knows, nobody knows.

THE LOST CHICKENS.

"CLUCK, cluck! cluck, cluck!" called the mother-hen, "Some harm has come to my chickens, I fear; I counted this morning, and then there were ten; Now four are gone, and but six are here."

"Peep, peep! peep, peep!" four chickens replied, As they sipped the dew from a burdock leaf; "We must hurry back to our mother's side, She is calling us now with a voice of grief."

LIKE BABY.

I'm going to make a dolly, Just like the baby there; I'm going to take some sunshine And twist it up for hair.

I'm going to take the bluest speck In all the great blue skies, And make a bright blue pretty pair Of little winking eyes.

I'm going to take some roses, The sweetest, brightest pink, To make her little darling cheeks, The very thing, I think!

But, oh dear me! I surely am Forgetting all the while, I cannot find a single thing To make baby's smile.

HOW THE BABY WAS NAMED.

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