A FUNNY LITTLE GRANDMA.
Cradled on a rose-leaf
By her mother-miller,
In her tiny egg slept
Baby caterpillar,
Till the sunbeams coaxed her
From her cradle cosey,
To her pretty chamber,
Velvet soft and rosy.
Dew and honey drinking
As from fairy chalice,
A merry life she led
In that rosy palace.
Till at length she wove a
Bed of cotton-down,
Where she slept to waken,
Dressed in satin brown.
Once more in the sunshine,
Oh! how sweet to roam,
And on satin pinions
Seek her flowery home!
She had joined the noble
Family of millers,
And last I heard was grandmamma
To six small caterpillars.
Clara Broughton.
