Here with-in the leaf-y shade.
What! you will not join our par-ty?
Sil-ly pup, you are a-fraid!”
But a meek re-proach is ly-ing
In those eyes so brown and large;
One can al-most hear him cry-ing,
“I have mas-ter’s stick in charge!”
Pret-ty, mirth-ful, sau-cy crea-tures—
Let them play their mer-ry part!
How can their light kit-ten-na-tures