Toots and His Friends

by Kate Tannatt Woods

Sing with all your might,

The glorious day will soon be done,

And the harvest ends to-night.

Grain, plenty of grain,

Eat your fill, my friends;

Let us gladly, cheerfully take,

The food the dear God sends.

"I think," said Toots, "that every song you read is the best one, and I wish birds could talk.

"They certainly talk to each other," said his mother, "and the robins in our apple-tree try very hard to answer me when I talk to them."