A JOLLY BOOK
How can they put in black and white
What little children think at night,
When lights are out and prayers are said,
And you are all tucked up in bed?
Such funny dreams go dancing through
Your head, of things nobody knew,
Or saw, or ever half believes!—
They're all inside these singing leaves.
And little children laugh and go
A-ring-a-round-a-rosy-O;
And birds sing gay—you'd almost think
You listened to a bobolink.
Look at the pictures, one by one!
The rhymes are only half the fun.
It laughs and bubbles like a brook—
My pretty, jolly jingle-book!