A MISS WILLOW. LADY so fine came out of the woods, All dressed in silvery gray, Whether satin or velvet, or soft woolen goods, While great drifts were piled in hedgerow and plain, I asked a young ash which grew by the wall, "Oh yes," he made answer, "no trouble at all; "So modest is she, so dainty and sweet, But if no objection the young lady brings, "Miss Willow, my friend, Mr. Love-Nature here, Your friendship has gallantly sought," Then, in a low whisper, he laughingly said, "We call her Miss Pussy for short." THE POLLIWOG. TINY little polliwog And little brothers three, Lived in the water near a log, As happy as could be. A-swimming, swimming all the day, And trying, though they were so gay, A-growing, growing all the while, One morning, sitting on the log, Their mother, letting fall a tear, It can't be you that're sitting here!" And with their legs they'd grown some lungs; So you just wait and see; In summer time their little tongues -Selected. Are purple with wine; And the columbines bravely As sentinels stand On the lookout with all their Red trumpets in hand. Smiling out glad; Beaming and bright; Upturned and pale; In purple gauze dressed; All are assembled This sweet Sabbath day, The mischief is stopped; Blow the smell of the smoking So much for the preacher; The sermon comes next. Shall we tell how he preached it And what was his text? We heard not the preacher But we looked at the people, But of Jack in the Pulpit We heard not a word. |