October, October, you gay little rover,
You are welcome, the wide world over;
Merrily, merrily, school-bells ring
And children all delight to sing.
The Ink-Bottle Babies are absent to-day,
Or perhaps they lingered upon the way;
I heard the Ink-Bottle Babies sigh,
“We are busy bidding the birds good-bye!”
The Ink-Bottle Babies woke up cross. Every one of them got up out of the wrong side of the bed!
The Ink-Bottle Mamma called, “Hurry, hurry, or you will all be late to school!”