MOTHER’S PETS.
Little kid is bleating, bleating,
“Pray, give me some cake;”
Little baby’s crying, crying,
“Mine it mustn’t take.”
Goosey-gander, waddling, waddling,
Wants to have some too;
Cock-a-doodle, strutting, strutting,
Crows out, “How d’ye do?”
Henny-penny’s pecking, pecking
Up the husks and grain;
Mother’s petting, spoiling, spoiling
Everyone, ’tis plain.
Summer air is blowing, blowing
Fragrance all around.
See the blossoms, falling, falling
Softly to the ground.
All the world is shining, shining
Radiant with the sun.
Summer glory shedding, shedding
Light on every one.
