PLAYING HORSE.
Out in the fields to have some fun
With the soft green grass, the breezes and sun,
And the sweet new flowers, and birdies gay,
On this frolicksome, sunny, glad spring day.
Sister Nell is willing, you see,
A steady, gentle "old horse" to be.
She has carried her driver far and fast,
And now she is ready for rest at last.
Give her some grass, and take good care
Of your pretty horse with the golden hair;
Then off she'll go for another run
With her little driver, till play is done.
O, the breezes, how soft they blow!
Through the tree-tops singing they go:
And, chasing Maudie adown the hill,
Play with her glowing hair at will.
Hither and thither the birdies fly,
Glad in the freedom of earth and sky;
And blossoms open their eyes to see
How joyous and fair the day can be.
But there are no things so glad and gay
As our little ones at their merry play,
When sister Nell a pony will be,
And "make good times" for her darlings three.