See the fields of nodding clover.
The Ink-Bottle Babies gladly cry,
“’Tis vacation time, good-bye, good-bye!”
“Hurrah!” cried the Ink-Bottle Babies, “hurrah! hurrah! it is glad vacation time!”
Then the Ink-Bottle Mamma said, “We will all go to the woods to-day.”
So the Babies were busy packing their twenty-five little dinner pails and they packed a basket of lunch for Ma and Pa.
They all started merrily toward the woods. Molly said, “Do you suppose we will find the house where the little dwarfs live?”
Then the Ink-Bottle Babies all clapped their hands and shouted, “Oh Ma! oh Pa! do help us find the little dwarfs!”
Then Mamma took out a red and white table cloth and spread it on the grass, and all the Ink-Bottle Babies began to unpack their dinner pails, and soon they had a fine dinner ready.