BABY’S RIDE.
Baby, do you like your ride?
Baby on the baa-lamb!
Baby’s mother is beside
Baby riding baa-lamb.
Sisters too are dancing near
Baby,—near her baa-lamb;
On the ground is brother dear,
Almost touching baa-lamb.
Little birdies even stop,
Perching close to baa-lamb,
Now they chirp, and now they hop,—
They have no fear of baa-lamb.
Yet another sister there,
Comes to look at baa-lamb:
Her clothes and shoes are left,—oh, where?
Through haste to see poor baa-lamb.
The summer’s day too soon is past
For children and for baa-lamb;
You see our pleasure cannot last—
Not even rides on baa-lamb.
