Who fled from a tuffit:
Bobby that sailed on the sea;
Jack and his Jill;
Mouse at the mill;
And Baby that rocked on the tree,
And Baby that rocked on the tree.
SQUIRRELS.
How pretty little squirrels look perched in the branches of a tree! I like to watch them as they nimbly run up the trunk, or spring from bough to bough. One or two are generally to be seen in a clump of great old beeches near a house in the country, where I usually spend some happy weeks in summer; and I will tell you a story of a little squirrel whose acquaintance I made there last summer.