A WALK IN THE COUNTRY.
Must we take a nice walk?—
Where are spencer and hat?
Why, my Harry looks pleas'd,
When I tell him of that!
We must trip rather briskly,
Not saunter and stay;
Then we catch the fresh breeze
As it hastens away.
And now for the gate,—
Let us open it, dear;
We have got to the field,
And the daisies appear.
The cowslips and buttercups[1]
Make it look yellow;
Must I pluck one, to give
To my sweet little fellow?
Baby asleep again in the cot. pa 9.
