The world is full of flowers;
Put up your work, I say;
Let's use these limbs of ours
And have some real play.
LITTLE MARY.
Little Mary was good;
The weather was fair;
She went with her mother
To taste the fresh air.
The birds they were singing;
Mary chatted away;
And she was as happy
And merry as they.
IT CAN'T BE SO.
A boy once went the world around,
Till he a golden castle found;
Then laughed the boy,
Then thought the boy,
"O, were that golden castle mine,
How brightly then my house would shine!"
O, no! O, no! O, no!
My little boy, it can't be so.
Again he went the world around,
Till he a flying pony found;
Then laughed the boy,
Then thought the boy,
"O, were that flying pony mine,
Then I should be a horseman fine."
O, no! O, no! O, no!
My little boy, it can't be so.
WHEN EVENING IS COME.
When evening is come,
And father's at home,
Mother says that we may
Have a go-to-bed play.
A book he will bring us,
A song he will sing us,
A story he'll tell us,
He'll make believe sell us.
And we will cut papers,
And all sorts of capers,
And laugh, dance, and play,
And frolic away,
When evening is come,
And father's at home.