These squirrels have paused to consider
The fact that 't is late in the fall,
And time to lay nuts up for winter
If they would have any at all.
The red squirrel hoards like a miser,
But, alas, the improvident gray,
He's only a pauper of winter
Who scampers the summer away.
THE BATHERS
Adown the beach at Rockaway,
Three bathers one hot summer day
Retired to while the hours away.
Their minds were free, their hearts were light.
The August sun was fierce and bright,
They dived and swam from morn till night.
THE BAD BOY
This little fellow misbehaved,
And gave the people shocks,
Until at last they were compelled
To put him in the stocks.