ey took their dollies walking,
They were both so busy talking,
(They had not met for half an hour and so had much to say)
That they heedlessly kept going
Down the shady streets, not knowing,
Till they wanted to come back again, they could not find the way!
In their fright they felt forlorner
Every time they turned a corner,
And they wailed to one another, "Oh, whatever shall we do?
A big bear might come to bite us,
Or a dreadful dog to fight us,
Or the wicked gipsies get us! _Oh, boo-hoo! Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo!_"
But this story, though a sad one,
Has an end that's not a bad one,
For at last somebody found them as they bade the world good-by;
They took their dollies home again,
And vowed they'd never roam again,
And their mothers hugged and kissed them, saying, "There, my dears,
don't cry!"
THE BLUEBIRD
To-day at dawn there twinkled through
The pearly mist a flash of blue
So dazzling bright I thought the sky
Shone through the rifted clouds on high,
Till, by and by,
A note so honey-sweet I heard,
I knew that bright flash was a bird!
THE ORGAN-GRINDER
Hark! I hear the organ-grinder
Coming down the street,
And the sudden clatter-patter
Of the children's feet!
Come, oh, let us run to meet him!
Did you ever hear
Tunes so gay as he is playing,
Or so sweet and clear?
See the brown-faced little monkey,
Impudent and bold,
With his little scarlet jacket
Braided all in gold!
And his tiny cap and tassel
Bobbing to and fro,
Look, oh, look! he plucks it off now,
Bowing very low.
And he's passing it politely--
Can it be for _pay_?
O dear me! I have no penny!
Let us run away!
THE NEW MOON
Pretty new moon, little new moon,
Now, as first I look at you,
I must make a wish, for wise folks
Say it surely will come true!
Little new moon, pretty new moon,
I wish--but I must not tell!
For if any one should hear it,
Wise folks say it breaks the spell!
SHOWERY TIME
The April rain-drops tinkle
In cuckoo-cups of gold,
And warm south winds unwrinkle
The buds the peach-boughs hold.
In countless fluted creases
The little elm-leaves show,
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