MY LITTLE GARDEN
See my little garden,
How I rake it over,
Then I sow the little brown seeds,
And with soft earth cover.
Now the raindrops patter
On the earth so gayly;
See the big round sun smile
On my garden daily.
The little plant is waking;
Down the roots grow creeping;
Up now come the leaflets
Through the brown earth peeping.
Soon the buds will laugh up
Toward the springtime showers;
Soon my buds will open
Into happy flowers.
THE FAMILY[B]
BY EMILIE POULSSON
This is the mother, so busy at home,
Who loves her dear children, whatever may come.
This is the father, so brave and so strong,
Who works for his family all the day long.
This is the brother, who’ll soon be a man,
He helps his good mother as much as he can.
This is the sister, so gentle and mild,
Who plays that the dolly is her little child.
This is the baby, all dimpled and sweet,
How soft his wee hands and his chubby pink feet!
Father, and mother,
and children so dear,
Together you see them,
one family here.
[B] From “Songs and Music of Froebel’s Mother Play”;
used by permission of the publishers, D. Appleton & Co.
IN DREAMLAND
