LENA LAUGHED.
Ah, pretty Lena! why is she weeping?
What has befallen? What is it creeping
All the way, all the way down her pink cheeks?
One little, two little, three little tearies;
One little, two little, three little streaks!
One little, two little, three little brothers
Out on a frolic, chasing each other—
And ever and ever so many more!