A SIGN OF SPRING
The blue-bird is a-wing;
he has heard the call of spring;
And a dozen times this morning
I have heard a robin sing;
But I know a sign that's surer,
and I see the twinkling feet
Of a score of little children
at the corner of the street.
The crocus-bed's abloom;
in the shadow of my room
Glows a vase of golden jonquils
like a star amid the gloom;
But the sign that's sure and certain
is the children's merry feet
Dancing round the organ-grinder
at the corner of the street.
Song of bird or hum of bee,
there's no sign of spring for me
Like the jolly little dancers
and the frolic melody;
And my heart shall catch the rhythm
of the happy little feet
Dancing round the organ-grinder
at the corner of the street.
MY DOLLY
There's nothing so nice as dolly!
She comforts me when I'm sad,
She keeps me from getting lonely,
She smiles at me when I'm glad.
She's such a delightful playmate,
And causes me so much joy,
I wouldn't exchange her for all the toys
That people give to a boy.
ANNIE WILLIS MCCULLOUGH.