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"Why must I learn my A, B, C?" Asked little Kate; "it wearies me. I wish to put my book away, I wish to run about and play. There's kitty in the portico, O dear! if I could only go; Indeed, I think it very wrong To make poor kitty wait so long; I'll gather pretty flowers for you, If I may go—do let me, do." |
RUN AND PLAY.
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Now run away, you little things, And romp, and jump, and play; You have been quiet long enough, So run away, I say. Fred, you and Lucy roll your hoops; You on a stick can ride; And nurse, with baby, run a race, Or any play beside. Little boys and girls may romp, And frisk, and jump, and play; Book and lessons both are done: So run away, I say. |
