Mrs. Dove. From the land of love, from the land of love.
Child. And how do you get there, Mrs. Dove?
Mrs. Dove. Look above—look above.
Child. Where do you come from, Baby Miss?
Baby Miss. From the land of bliss, from the land of bliss.
Child. And what is the way there, Baby Miss?
Baby Miss. Mother’s kiss—mother’s kiss.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema.
HOW TO GET A BREAKFAST
First Chick. It is so hard to scratch;
I’m as hungry as can be,
I wish a little worm
Would come close up to me.