We’ll run out doors and play;
We’ll leave our school and lessons for
Another rainy day.
Kate Ulmer.
A FELLOW’S MOTHER.
“A fellow’s mother,” said Fred the wise,
With his rosy cheeks and his merry eyes,
We’ll run out doors and play;
We’ll leave our school and lessons for
Another rainy day.
Kate Ulmer.
“A fellow’s mother,” said Fred the wise,
With his rosy cheeks and his merry eyes,