THE SPARROWS.

Emilie Poulsson. C.C. Roeske.

1. “Little brown sparrows,
Flying around,
Up in the tree-tops,
Down on the ground,
Come to my window,
Dear sparrows, come!
See! I will give you
Many a crumb.”
2. “Here is some water,
Sparkling and clear;
Come, little sparrows,
Drink without fear.
If you are tired,
Here is a nest;
Wouldn’t you like to
Come here and rest?”
3. All the brown sparrows
Flutter away,
Chirping and singing,
“We cannot stay;
For in the tree-tops,
’Mong the gray boughs,
There is the sparrows’
Snug little house.”

XII.—THE COUNTING LESSON.

(Right hand.)
Here is the beehive. Where are the bees?
Hidden away where nobody sees.
Soon they come creeping out of the hive—
One!—two!—three! four! five!

(Left hand.)
Once I saw an ant-hill
With no ants about;
So I said, “Dear little ants,
Won’t you please come out?”
Then as if the little ants
Had heard my call—
One! two! three! four! five came out!
And that was all!