When we give a little errand,
He thinks of what is said,
Pulls down his little waistcoat,
And holds up his little head.
He holds his little fork
By the handle as he should,
And never spills his coffee,
Nor drops about his food.
His face is very pleasant,
What he says is always true,
Now tell me, youngest reader
If this little boy is you.
MY LITTLE DOLL ROSE.
I have a little doll,
I take care of her clothes;
She has soft flaxen hair,
And her name is Rose.
She has pretty blue eyes,
And a very small nose,
And a cunning little mouth;
And her name is Rose.
I have a little sofa
Where my doll may repose,
Or sit up like a lady;
And her name is Rose.
My doll can move her arms,
And stand upon her toes,
She can make a pretty courtesy,
My dear little Rose.
