_Lullabye Lake
Quietly_
Lullabye Lake
Is a place I know
Where the tree tops sing,
And the breezes blow,
Where the treetops sing
And the breezes blow.
The moon shines dim
With a silver light
And the ripples dance
And the stars are bright,
And the ripples dance
And the stars are bright.
The glow worm burns
On the misted green
And scatters his lights
For the Faery Queen,
And scatters his lights
For the Faery Queen.
Mrs. Poe Tato-Bug listened carefully to the song. At last she exclaimed:
"That Rose Bug always did sing strange songs. I hope my children will not remember any such unpractical nonsense. The Poe-Tato family never was given to notions. What in the world can she mean by the Faery Queen? I dare say some romantic tale!"
THE TUNEFUL HUMMING-BIRD
The clover blossoms grew heavier every day with honey, and their great red heads bobbed about clumsily in the little breezes that visited the grass by the lake shore. Squirm, Glummie's caterpillar brother, had been heard to say that it was so sweet about those clover blossoms that he could scarcely crawl by them; it made him faint. But every morning, just as the sun got up, Hummy came whirring along, singing so busily and sweetly, that even Toadie Todson stuck his head out of his mudhole to listen, and the Frisky Frog on the water's edge stopped croaking.
Hummy came for a very simple reason, and that was to get his breakfast; his luncheon and dinner he always took from the honeysuckle vines and the rose bushes that grew on the side of the Giant's house. He preferred his breakfast, however, from the clover, for he said that the dew on them was fresher than on the blossoms up by the big house. It made Hummy's beak feel cool and fresh, for all the world like a morning bath in the clear, fresh dew. All the time Hummy sang away and made everybody within hearing distance happy because of his tunefulness. And he waved his wings about so prettily that it made you feel good to see them, they were such little rainbows of color.