Wasn't that a wonderful little bird?
Diddle Dum! Diddle Dum!
Went the little drum,
As Little Sir Cat marched off to war
Beating the drum sticks o'er and o'er.
Pretty soon they came in sight of the enemy, and all the big guns were rushed to the high places and the infantry spread out in long, thin lines, with the cavalry in the rear. All of a sudden the bullets sputtered and the big shells screamed, and, oh, dear me, the little drum couldn't be heard at all, although Little Sir Cat beat on it with all his might. By and by the enemy ran away. Then the tents were set up and the field where they had been fighting looked like a tented city, only it didn't have any little church or school house.
At last, when everything was quiet, the general pinned a gold medal on Little Sir Cat, who felt very proud, and told his little drummer not to be afraid for he would never let the enemy get him.
And pretty soon you will find another story—unless—
The postman in the morning
Gives me a candy pill,
And the doctor sends me a valentine
Instead of a great big bill.
[A LITTLE GIRL'S DIARY]
Tuesday
I love her on Tuesday
As she irons smooth and clean
Her little dolly's dresses
With the tucks and frills between.