Oh, mother, mother, come and see! My kitty's gone to sleep. She is in my little basket here, All cud-dled in a heap." Rock-a-by, baby, On the tree-top; When the wind blows Cradle and all. She is glad to stay here in the win-ter, but in sum-mer she will fly away to a cold place. Here is a yel-low-bird, too. The yellowbirds stay with us in the winter, too; but their winter dress is dark. When summer comes, they put on the yellow coats a-gain. gay The rob-ins do not like the cold. The Cat. -"Good morn-ing, Mr. Owl. What big, und eyes you have!" The Owl. -"Good morning, Mrs. What big, round eyes you have!" Cat. The Cat. "I can see well in the dark, Mr. Owl." The Owl.. -"So can I, Mrs. Cat." The Cat.-—— “ I can catch mice, Mr. Owl." The Owl. "I can catch mice, too, Mrs. Cat." The Cat. The Owl. The Owl. The Cat. The Owl. bird." 066 And so do I, Mrs. Cat." "I think you must be a cat." Mrs. Cat, you must be a The Cat. "But you have only two legs." The Owl. -"And you can not fly." GOOD MORNING, SUN! Good morning, Sun! I am glad to see you. Good morning, little boy! os that a ball in your box? No, it is a little bird. It looks like a ball. Please don't keep the bird in the box, little boy. |