The girls and the boys They make such a noise At play, that they frighten away toys. Dolly she fled, And went to bed Because she had such a pain in her head. FEBRUARY IST. I'm but a little lassie, with a thimbleful of sense And as to being very wise, I'd best make no pretense: But when I am a wonian grown, now don't you think I'll do, If only just about as good as dear mamma and you? FEBRUARY 2D. Pussy Cat lives in the servants' hall, She can set up her back and purr; |