THREE BUGS THREE little bugs in a basket, And hardly room for two! And one was yellow, and one was black, The space was small, no doubt, for all; Three little bugs in a basket, And hardly crumbs for two; And all were selfish in their hearts, The same as I or you; So the strong ones said, "We will eat the bread, And that is what we'll do." Three little bugs in a basket, And the beds that two would hold; So he that was left in the basket, Or a thread to wrap himself withal, When the wind across him blew, Pulled one of the rugs from one of the bugs, 184 THREE BUGS And so there was war in the basket, Ah, pity 'tis, 'tis true! But when he that was frozen and starved at last, Now when bugs live in a basket, The white, and the black, and the gold- PHOEBE CARY. WHAT THE BURDOCK WAS GOOD FOR LOOD for nothing," the farmer said, As he made a sweep at the burdock's head; "But then, it is best, no doubt, To come some day and root her out." "Good for home," cried the little toad, "Good for a prop," the spider thought, And to and fro with care he wrought, Till he fastened it well to an evergreen, And spun his cables fine between. 'Twas a beautiful bridge,-a triumph of skill,- 186 THE BURDOCK "Good for play," said the child perplext Nothing is lost in this world of ours; ANONYMOUS. WISHING ING-TING! I wish I were a primrose, RIN A bright yellow primrose, blowing in the spring! The wand'ring bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, And the elm-tree for our king! Nay stay! I wish I were an elm-tree, The sun and moonshine glance in, Oh no! I wish I were a robin, Till winter comes with icy thumbs Well-tell! Where should I fly to, Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss-sweeter this Than any other thing. WILLIAM ALLINGHAM. |