WILLIAM ALLINGHAM OOD-BY, good-by to Summer! The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun. Our Thrushes now are silent, Our Swallows flown away, But Robin's here, in coat of brown, With ruddy breast-knot gay. Robin, Robin Redbreast, Bright yellow, red, and orange, The leaves come down in hosts; The trees are Indian Princes, But soon they'll turn to Ghosts; The scanty pears and apples Hang russet on the bough, It's Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late, "Twill soon be winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And Welaway, my Robin, For pinching times are near. The fireside for the cricket, The wheatstack for the mouse, When trembling night-winds whistle And moan all round the house; The frosty ways like iron, The branches plumed with snow,— Alas! In Winter, dead and dark, Where can poor Robin go? Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And a crumb of bread for Robin, His little heart to cheer. OCTOBER DORA READ GOODALE CTOBER glows on every tree, October shines in every eye, While up the hill and down the dale Her crimson banners fly. THE TWO LITTLE KITTENS AUTHOR NOT KNOWN WO little kittens, one stormy night, Two Began to quarrel, and then to fight; One had a mouse, and the other had none, And that's the way the quarrel begun. "I'll have that mouse," said the biggest cat, "You'll have that mouse? We'll see about that!" "I will have that mouse," said the eldest son, "You shan't have the mouse," said the little one. I told you before 'twas a stormy night, The ground was covered with frost and snow, Then they crept in, as quiet as mice, All wet with the snow, and as cold as ice, THE THE NORTH WIND OLD ENGLISH RHYME HE north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow; And what will the Robin do then, poor thing? He'll sit in the barn, and keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, poor thing! The north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow; And what will the Swallow do then, poor thing? Oh! Do you not know that he's gone long ago To a country much warmer than ours, poor thing? The north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow; And then he'll come out in the spring, poor thing! The north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow; And what will the Dormouse do then, poor thing? Rolled up like a ball, in his nest snug and small, He'll sleep till warm weather comes back, poor thing! The north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow; And what will the Children do then, poor things? When lessons are done, they'll jump, skip, and run, And play till they make themselves warm, poor things! : THREE COMPANIONS WE DINAH MULOCK CRAIK E go on our walk together Three little merry companions, Blue as our baby's eyes are, Baby's a little lady; Dog is a gentleman brave; He'd kneel to her like a slave; |