A SPRING SHOW-ER.
"My gyp-sy hat
For my lit-tle head—
I can't wait a min-ute!"
Gold Locks said.
Look out, lit-tle girl,
Through the win-dow pane;
You'll have to wait
Un-til af-ter the rain.
With a flood like this
Straight from the sky,
Not ev-en um-brel-las
Could keep you dry.
But there's wa-ter e-nough,
My lit-tle lass,
Stream-ing and drip-ping
Out-side the glass.
With-out your tears
To help the wet!
Have you thought to look
For a rain-bow yet?
Ah, see through the clouds
A glimpse of the sun!
And hark to the thrush-es—
The rain is done.
A FIN-GER SONG.
(To be said on Ba-by's Fin-gers.)
| I. | Shall have an ap-ple; | |
| II. | Shall have a pear; | |
| III. | Shall have a lit-tle kid, of which he'll take good care; | |
| IV. | Shall have some can-dy; | |
| V. | Shall have a ride; | |
| VI. | Shall have a lit-tle sword, all buck-led on his side; | |
| VII. | Shall have a po-ny; | |
| VIII. | Shall have a sled; | |
| IX. | Shall have a dream-ing cap, and | |
| X. | shall go to bed. |
The birds in the grove know lit-tle farm-house Kate. The fish-es in the brook know lit-tle farm-house Kate. She is the girl that walks a-bout with her a-pron full of nice crumbs.
The first morn-ing this win-ter that the brook froze o-ver, Kate went down to the bank and broke the ice with a stick, and fed the fish-es with bread crumbs.
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