Once, he had a pretty mate,
But she met a cruel fate.
Now quite by himself he stays,
And contented spends his days.
He runs about the nursery floor,
The chairs and table clambers o'er,
And nestles down upon my lap
Beside the cat, to take a nap;
And once, when I was in disgrace,
He licked the tear-drops from my face.
Now, don't you think my little bunny
Must be kind as well as funny?
LESSON XXXVII.
SOMETHING ABOUT SQUIRRELS.
1. Here comes the squirrel—the little fellow that frisks and gambols so prettily over trees and hedges, and that chatters to us as we take a walk in the woods or fields. He is afraid to let us touch him; but he will let us come quite near, as he knows he can easily get away.
2. As we see him scampering along on the fences or trees, the first thing that we notice is his long bushy tail, which he coils up over his back.