The Boy and the Squirrel.
No time to Play when there is Work to be done.
“Pretty Squirrel on the tree,
Frisking there so merrily,
Pray come down and play with me!”
“No, indeed, I must not stay,
I’ve no time with you to play,
But must gather nuts to-day.
In the hollow of this tree
I have little young ones three,
Looking for me wishfully.”
Up the tree he whisk’d away,
Climbing where his young ones lay,
Snugly in their bed of hay.
THE SQUIRREL.
Wondering gazed the little child,
At his antics free and wild,
Calling oft in accents mild,—
“Do come from thy nest so high?”
Spake the Squirrel in reply,—
“Boy, no time to play have I.”
