Oh, Johnny he was a plough-boy And Johnny, he was a rover; And Johnny knew a green hill Past a field of purple clover; And Johnny went to the foot of the hill To see the sun come over. MAY IST. "It is the May-time!" said the bee, MAY 2D. Three little mice sat in a barn to spin; Pussy came by, and she popped her head 66 in; Shall I come in and cut your threads off?" "Oh no, kind sir, you will snap our heads MAY 3D. Oh, the Baby is better than blossoms or birds "Or than honey or oranges?" Yes; And the Baby tells tales, with the dar lingest words, That mean what you never can guess. MAY 4TH. Tell me, Buttercups, don't you know "If I love butter?" whisper low; Oh, dear, yes! You've guessed so true. See if I'm fond of sugar too! MAY 5TH. Grandpa, do you see the trees are bowing to each other? Do you 'spose the branches think that tall tree is their mother? Are they talking when they rustle? And can the branches hear? I guess they want to hear us talk, they bend so very near." |