LITTLE VIOLET

Little Violet was fast asleep.

She had been asleep all winter.

All winter she had been sleeping under the snow.

Blue-bird was flying from tree to tree.

He flew to the tree over Little Violet.

He was singing, “Dear Little Violet, come out, come out!

Get up! get up!

Are you not tired of winter?

Summer is coming! Summer is coming!

I am tired of winter! Tired of winter!

I love the summer! I love the summer!

Come, Little Violet, come up! I will sing to you.”

Little Violet was tired of winter.

She was tired of the snow.

She longed for the summer.

She longed for the sweet singing of the birds.

She was so glad when Blue-bird called.

She awoke. She came out. She grew.

Blue-bird and Violet were so glad.

Winter was past; summer was here.

Dear little baby, close your eye,

Close your eye so blue,

Mother will sing to you, “Rock-a-bye,

Baby and birdies, too.”

All little babies should be asleep,

For the stars are shining through,

And into the nest of all they peep,

Babies and birdies, too.