Sweet Amaryllis by a spring’s
Soft and soul-melting murmurings
Slept, and thus sleeping thither flew
A robin red-breast, who, at view,
Not seeing her at all to stir,
Brought leaves and moss to cover her.
But while he perking there did pry,
About the arch of either eye,
The lid began to let out day,
At which poor robin flew away,
And seeing her not dead, but all disleaved,
He chirp’d for joy to find himself deceived.
THE OBSTINATE CHICKEN
Hen
“Go not down that distant walk;
Yonder flies the savage hawk;
His sharp eyes will quickly meet you,
If you go I’m sure he’ll eat you.”
Chicken
“Nasty hawk is far away,
I may safely go and play;
If he comes my legs will bring
Me beneath your sheltering wing.”
So it skipped off in a trice,
Scorning mother’s good advice;
And when it thought at home to sup,
Down came the hawk and gobbled it up.