His mother soon ran
To her dear little man,
Holding out to him both of her hands;
And now on the ground,
All safe and all sound,
By the side of his mother he stands.
"Never mind," said his mother;
And they kissed one another;
"Never mind, though you cut such a figure;
For Jemmie shall play
With the boys some day,
When he has grown older and bigger."
MASTER JOHNNY GOING TO RIDE.
Why, here's Master Johnny;
He's taking a ride
On good Mrs. Donkey,
With her colt by her side.
Go softly, Ma'am Donkey,
And be sure not to trip;
And Johnny, you monkey,
Take care of your whip.
O, LOOK AT THE MOON.
O, look at the moon!
She is shining up there;
O mother, she looks
Like a lamp in the air.
Last week she was smaller,
And shaped like a bow;
But now she's grown bigger,
And round as an O.
Pretty moon, pretty moon,
How you shine on the door,
And make it all bright
On my nursery floor!
You shine on my playthings,
And show me their place,
And I love to look up
At your pretty bright face.