THE Nightingale doth sweetly sing,
To welcome in the cheerful spring.
What a pretty bird the Nightingale is! How sweetly she sings! I could wish ’twas summer all the year for the sake of her good company.
THE LAMB.
THE little Lamb doth skip and play,
Always merry, always gay.
See the little Lamb! how innocent he looks! he never did any harm, and therefore is beloved by every body: but the fox and the wolf, who are always in mischief, are hated and despised.