THE BUSY BEE WOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower! How skilfully she builds her cell! In works of labor or of skill For Satan finds some mischief still In books, or work, or healthful play, my first years be past; Let That I may give for every day ISAAC WATTS. THE GOLDEN RULE BE you to others kind and true, As you'd have others be to you. NEW ENGLAND PRIMER. To do to others as I would That they should do to me, Will make me honest, kind, and good, ANONYMOUS. THREE LITTLE KITTENS THREE little kittens lost their mittens, And they began to cry, Three little kittens found their mittens, And they began to cry, O mother dear, See here, see here! See! we have found our mittens. What! found your mittens, You little kittens, Then you may have some pie." Purr, purr, purr; Oh, let us have the pie. Purr, purr, purr. THREE LITTLE KITTENS The three little kittens put on their mittens, And soon ate up the pie. O mother dear, We greatly fear That we have soiled our mittens. "Soiled your mittens! You naughty kittens!" Then they began to sigh, Mew, mew, mew. Then they began to sigh, Mew, mew, mew. The three little kittens washed their mittens. And hung them out to dry. O mother dear, Look here, look here! See! we have washed our mittens. "Washed your mittens! But I smell a rat close by. "Hush! Hush!" Mew, mew, We smell a rat near by. Mew, mew, mew. ANONYMOUS. 41 THE NEW MOON EAR mother, how pretty The moon looks to-night! Are so sharp and so bright, I hope she'll not grow any more. If I were up there, With you and my friends, I'd rock in it nicely you'd see; I'd sit in the middle And hold by both ends; Oh, what a bright cradle 'twould be! I would call to the stars To keep out of the way, Lest we should rock over their toes; And then I would rock Till the dawn of the day, And see where the pretty moon goes. And then we would stay In the beautiful skies, And through the bright clouds we would roam; We would see the sun set, And see the sun rise, And on the next rainbow come home. ELIZA LEE FOLLEN. |