My doll can move her arms,
And stand upon her toes;
Or make a pretty curtesy,
My funny little Rose.
"How old is your dolly?"
Very young I suppose,
For she cannot go alone,
My precious little Rose.
Indeed I cannot tell,
In poetry or prose,
How beautiful she is,
My darling little Rose.
BUTTERFLIES ARE PRETTY THINGS.
"Butterflies are pretty things,
Prettier than you or I;
See the colors on his wings;
Who would hurt a butterfly?"
"Softly, softly, girls and boys;
He'll come near us by and by;
Here he is, don't make a noise;—
We'll not hurt you, butterfly."
Not to hurt a living thing,
Let all little children try;
See, again he's on the wing;
Good by! pretty butterfly!
OLD NURSEY.
O, here is papa,
With Edward and Jane,
Come to see good old Nursey,
Who lives in the lane.
She's the best of all Nurseys,
And Edward and Jane
Love dearly good Nursey,
Who lives in the lane.