Leap Year
Froggie hopped the other day
Very, very high;
Mrs Frog said, "Well, I never,
Didn't know you were so clever,
Tell the reason why!"
Froggie gave another hop,
Winked his little eye—
"As the year is Leap Year, Mother,
I can really do no other—
That's the reason why!"
Songs of the Pine-wood
There was a little seaside breeze who loved to dance and play;
He'd rush along the yellow sands and fly across the bay;
And when the frothy billows began to sway and roll,
He'd find the highest seaweed rock and rest his little soul.
But other breezes came along, ten thousand and a score;
They pushed and jostled all the day upon the sea and shore;
And little breeze got weary of rough and noisy play,
Said he, "I'll find another home—it's time I went away."
He spread his wings of silver light and flew across the foam,
And in a wood of scented pines he found his little home.
So, if you stop and listen, you'll hear the little breeze
As he sings his sweet sea-music in the branches of the trees.
A Poppy Song
When the sun comes peeping
Baby Poppy wakes herself,
Twists herself and shakes herself,
Throws aside her greeny bonnet
With the silver down upon it,
Says good-bye to sleeping
When the sun comes peeping.
When the bees come wooing
Lady Poppy crowns herself,
Nods her head and gowns herself
In the prettiest of dresses,
Scarlet crinkled frillinesses,
Knows what she is doing
When the bees come wooing.