Till, kling-i-ty-kling, the cow-bells ring,
And we catch a glimpse of the pret-ty thing.
From the top-most bar, for ev-er so far,
We see to the green field where they are;
O, But-ter-cup, But-ter-cup, lit-tle red But-ter-cup!
This is the path she will come up.
MEAS-UR-ING TOM-MY.
[Meas-ur-ing Tom-my.]
Tom-my goes ev-er-y day to look at a board in the gar-den fence. There are four lit-tle hacks in that board, one a-bove an-oth-er, made with a knife. The first hack shows how tall Tom-my was when he was one year old; the sec-ond how tall when he was two; the third how tall when he was three; and yes-ter-day Nel-ly made a hack for the fourth birth-day.