"That reminds me I am idle;
While I'm talking here to you.
Why, dear me! how dark it's growing!
And I still have work to do."
Throwing then a nutshell at me,
Winking with his eyes so bright,
Off he scampered through the branches,
Where he soon was lost to sight.
Grandma heard about the squirrel,
Straightway then did grandma make
Many little squirrels like it,—
Only hers were made of cake!
AUNTY GAY.
ROLY-POLY.
Words by Olive A. Wadsworth. Music by T. Crampton.
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1. Roly-Poly is three years old;
Yes, three years old and a trifle over;
Roly-Poly is round as a ball,
As jolly as larks, and sweet as clover.
Roly-Poly has stars for eyes,
A heavenly chin with a dimple in it;
Peaches for cheeks, the bud of a nose,
And a tongue that is never still a minute.
2. Roly-Poly's a business man;
He rides to market on Grandpa's cane;
He orders breakfast of peppermint drops,
Then gallops his pony home again.
Roly-Poly rules everything;
His father and mother are captives wholly;
Sisters must yield to such a king,
Who will make all obey him, Roly-Poly.