OUR ONE-YEAR-OLD.
All the people love her,
For she is our darling;
Good and sweet and bright is she,
Never cross nor snarling.
Bob, the savage bull-dog,
Lamb-like waits upon her;
Hens and geese and turtle-doves
Come to do her honor.
"Bless her!" says the raven,
"Oh! you cannot match her;"
Swallows fly about her head,
Kittens do not scratch her.
For she is so gentle,
All the folks obey her;
Even little tom-tit comes
His respects to pay her.
From the German.
