Part 2 (1/2)

When to the flowers so beautiful the Father gave a name Back came a little blue-eyed one, all timidly it came; And, standing at the Father's feet and gazing in His face It said, in low and trembling tones and with a modest grace, ”Dear G.o.d, the name Thou gavest me, alas, I have forgot.”

The Father kindly looked Him down and said, ”Forget-me-not.”

--_Anon._

WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S NEST.

”To-whit! To-whit! To-whee!

Will you listen to me?

Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?”

”Not I,” said the cow, ”moo-oo!

Such a thing I'd never do.

I gave you a wisp of hay, But I did not take your nest away: Not I,” said the cow, ”moo-oo!

Such a thing I'd never do.”

”Bob-o-link! Bob-o-link!

Now, what do you think?

Who stole a nest away From the plum tree to-day?”

”Not I,” said the dog, ”bow-wow!

I wouldn't be so mean, I vow.

I gave some hairs the nest to make, But the nest I did not take.

Not I,” said the dog, ”bow-wow!

I wouldn't be so mean, I vow.”

”Coo-oo! Coo-coo! Coo-coo!

Let me speak a word or two: Who stole that pretty nest, From little Yellow-breast?”

”Not I,” said the sheep; ”oh, no, I would not treat a poor bird so; I gave wool the nest to line, But the nest was none of mine.

Baa! Baa!” said the sheep; ”oh no; I wouldn't treat a poor bird so.”

”Caw! Caw!” cried the crow, ”I should like to know What thief took away A bird's nest to-day.”

”Cluck! Cluck!” said the hen, ”Don't ask me again; Why, I haven't a chick Would do such a trick.

We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together.

I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood.

Cluck! Cluck!” said the hen, ”Don't ask me again.”

”Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr!

All the birds make a stir.

Let us find out his name, And all cry, 'For shame!'”