Oh, such a bunch of posies!
We found them on our way,
And gathered them for Robin,
Who lies abed all day.
"You'll soon be well, dear laddie,"
The posies sweet will say.
Oh dear, but he's queer, this wonderful snail,
O'er the whole wide world he may travel and sail;
But where'er he may go on the longest track,
He carries his house on his funny back.
What wonder, then, that he likes to roam,
When the comical fellow is always at home.
Wilt thou listen, Jesus dear,
To the prayer that I would say;
Thou didst promise Thou wouldst hear
When the little children pray.
I would like, dear Lord, to be
Patient, gentle, good, and mild,
Ever growing more like Thee,
And as Thou wert when a child.