FORGET-ME-NOT.

When to the flowers so beautiful the Father gave a name

Back came a little blue-eyed one, all timidly it came;

And, standing at the Father’s feet and gazing in His face

It said, in low and trembling tones and with a modest grace,

“Dear God, the name Thou gavest me, alas, I have forgot.”

The Father kindly looked Him down and said, “Forget-me-not.”

—Anon.

WHO STOLE THE BIRD’S NEST.

“To-whit! To-whit! To-whee!

Will you listen to me?

Who stole four eggs I laid,

And the nice nest I made?”

“Not I,” said the cow, “moo-oo!

Such a thing I’d never do.

I gave you a wisp of hay,

But I did not take your nest away:

Not I,” said the cow, “moo-oo!

Such a thing I’d never do.”

“Bob-o-link! Bob-o-link!

Now, what do you think?

Who stole a nest away

From the plum tree to-day?”

“Not I,” said the dog, “bow-wow!

I wouldn’t be so mean, I vow.

I gave some hairs the nest to make,

But the nest I did not take.

Not I,” said the dog, “bow-wow!

I wouldn’t be so mean, I vow.”

“Coo-oo! Coo-coo! Coo-coo!

Let me speak a word or two:

Who stole that pretty nest,

From little Yellow-breast?”

“Not I,” said the sheep; “oh, no,

I would not treat a poor bird so;

I gave wool the nest to line,

But the nest was none of mine.

Baa! Baa!” said the sheep; “oh no;

I wouldn’t treat a poor bird so.”

“Caw! Caw!” cried the crow,

“I should like to know

What thief took away

A bird’s nest to-day.”

“Cluck! Cluck!” said the hen,

“Don’t ask me again;

Why, I haven’t a chick

Would do such a trick.

We all gave her a feather,

And she wove them together.

I’d scorn to intrude

On her and her brood.

Cluck! Cluck!” said the hen,

“Don’t ask me again.”

“Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr!

All the birds make a stir.

Let us find out his name,

And all cry, ‘For shame!’”

“I would not rob a bird!”

Said little Mary Green,

“I think I never heard

Of anything so mean!”

“It’s very cruel, too,”

Said little Alice Neal,

“I wonder if he knew

How sad the bird would feel.”

A little boy hung down his head,

And went and hid behind the bed:

For he stole that pretty nest

From little Yellow-Breast;

And he felt so full of shame

He did not like to tell his name.

—Anon.