Hear,
Dear
Little Son;
Go
Slow;
Do not run.
Near
Here
Is a well;
Poor
Moore
In it fell.
Down
Town
Do not stray;
There
Dare
Not to play.
Do you
Make a rule;
Come
Home
Straight
From school.
LEARNING TO GO ALONE.
Come, my darling, come away,
Take a pretty walk to-day;
Run along and never fear,
I’ll take care of baby dear;
Up and down with little feet,
That’s the way to walk, my sweet.