When the rain patters down, A drop with my lip. Hip, hip, hop. And now I catch a fly, Hip, hip, hop. And this is all I do, And yet they say it's true, And his bite is very bad. Hip, hip, hop. Oh! naughty folks they be Hip, hip, hop. MERRY'S MUSEUM. ROBIN REDBREAST'S SECRET. We made it very soft and nice- The green leaves shade our lovely home So many birds live in the tree, The light breeze gently rocks our nest, We're up betimes to sing our song, I have a secret I would like We have four pretty little nests, Joe Thompson robb'd the nest last year, And year before Tom Brown; I'll tell it loud as I can sing, To every one in town. Swallow and sparrow, lark and thrush, Will tell you just the same: To make us all so sorrowful, Is such a wicked shame! ILLUSTRATED POETRY BOOK. Oh! did you hear the concert Just as the clock strikes three. We praise our great Creator, Dear children, learn to praise Him too, For all His tender care. YOUTH'S PENNY GAZETTE. 79 MY BROTHER. WHO often with me kindly play'd, Who made a sled when winter came, And on its sides carved out my name ? My brother! And who was it that taught to me And mark'd them on the slate for me? My brother! Who gather'd apples from the tree, Then may I ever grateful be My brother! For all thy kindness shown to me, And ne'er withdraw my love from thee, My brother! TAYLOR. |