I would call to the stars
To keep out of the way,
Lest we should rock over their toes;
And then I would rock
Till the dawn of the day,
And see where the pretty moon goes.
And there we would stay
In the beautiful skies,
And through the bright clouds we would roam;
We would see the sun set,
And see the sun rise,
And on the next rainbow come home.
ELIZA LEE FOLLEN
BRIAR ROSE—I
A long time ago there lived a king and queen who were very, very sad because they had no children.
One day, when the queen was resting near a spring, a frog crept out of the water and said to her:
"You shall have your wish. Within a year you shall have a little girl."
What the frog said came true.