BOBBY LEE
ONE, two, three!
One was Bobby Lee
Sitting by the brook,
With his fishing-hook,
With his spelling-book
Thrust far aside,
Whilst loud he cried:
"For once, no school,
For once, no rule,
Bell, ring away!
This whole, whole day
I'll stop and play!"
One, two, three!
One was Mrs. Bee
Stopping just to stare
At the vision there—
Bobby by the brook
With his fishing-hook;
At the spelling-book
Thrust far aside;