MARY AND THE BROOK
"Stop, stop, pretty brook!" Said Mary one day, To a bright, happy brook That was running away.
"You run on so fast! I wish you would stay; My boat and my flowers You will carry away.
"But I will run after; Mother says that I may; For I would know where You are running away."
So Mary ran on; But I have heard say, That she never could find Where the brook ran away.
