In a day or two the farmer and his son came again to the field.
“Where are your friends?” said the farmer.
“This wheat is ripe. It must be cut.”
But the farmer’s friends did not come to help him.
At last the farmer said to his son,
“This wheat must be cut.
In the morning I will cut it myself.
You may help me, my son.”
“Oh, Mother!” said the little ones,
“Must we fly away to-day?”
“Yes,” said the mother lark.
“It is time for us to fly away.
In the morning the wheat will be cut.”
MORNING SONG.
What does little birdie say,
In her nest at peep of day?
“Let me fly,” says little birdie;
“Mother, let me fly away.”
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger.
So she rests a little longer,
Then she flies away.
What does little baby say,
In her bed at peep of day?
Baby says, like little birdie,
“Let me rise and fly away.”
Baby, sleep a little longer,
Till the little limbs are stronger.
If she sleeps a little longer,
Baby, too, shall fly away.
Alfred Tennyson.
ALPHABET.
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| B | b | O | o | |
| C | c | P | p | |
| D | d | Q | q | |
| E | e | R | r | |
| F | f | S | s | |
| G | g | T | t | |
| H | h | U | u | |
| I | i | V | v | |
| J | j | W | w | |
| K | k | X | x | |
| L | l | Y | y | |
| M | m | Z | z |