Part 3 (1/2)

Little ladies, white and green, Are you glad to cheer us?

Hunger not for where you've been, Stay till Spring be near us!

Frost

The flowers in the garden Are very cold at night; When I look out of window Their beds are hard and white.

The primrose and the scilla, The merry crocus too-- O Jane! if we were flowers, What should we children do?

We'd have to sleep all naked Beneath the windy trees; Yet we should die, I know it, With even a chemise....

Apples

Red cheeks, red cheeks, Will you play with me?

No boy, pale boy, I want to climb that tree.

Red cheeks, red cheeks, You will tumble down-- No boy, pale boy, I'll eat the apples brown.

Red cheeks, red cheeks, Barns are best for rain-- No boy, pale boy, I'll soon be down again.

Lonely Children

I

The trees are dusty in the Park, The gra.s.s is hard and brown; I'm glad I've got a Noah's ark, But I'm sorry I'm in town.

A lot of little girls and boys Are not so rich as me; But O! I'd give them all my toys For sh.e.l.ls beside the sea....

II

The flowers are happy in the garden, For the bees are always there; The clouds are happy up in Heaven With the angels in the air; But little boy and little mouse Are rather lonely in the house.

Playgrounds

In summer I am very glad We children are so small, For we can see a thousand things That men can't see at all.