Part 2 (1/2)

THE MOUNTAINS

The mountains do not stir, or show Emotion when Spring comes, I know; But though they are restrained by pride, I think that they are glad inside!

WHEN DOLLY IS AFRAID

When lights are standing in the street; And on the sidewalk all the feet Are quiet, and it's growing late, And our brown clock is striking eight:

I pack the animals and ark, And push them deep into the dark; And in a quiet row I lay My cups and saucers 'til the day.

But who could ever say Good-night And leave her doll in such a plight?

I couldn't let her stay without A friend, and hear the dark about!

So she and I go straight upstairs; She shuts her eyes while we say prayers, And then we lie and count up sheep Until we both are fast asleep.

It's not because I dread, at all, The darkness, that I keep my doll, But just because I think that she Would be _so_ frightened without _me_!

TREE-CHILDREN

The little trees that to the breeze Make quaint and timorous courtesies: I like to come and play with these.

Each grown-up pine that stands in line Is but a stranger great and fine-- The _little_ trees are friends of mine!

THE c.o.c.kATOO

Green and yellow c.o.c.katoo, Won't you let me talk to you?

Or if you would kinder be Won't you come and talk to me?

Tell me all about the places Where the children have black faces, Armlets, anklets, copper rings!

Where the cannibals are kings!

Has a hungry crocodile Ever met you with a smile?

Have you taken many a trip In a rakish pirate s.h.i.+p?

c.o.c.katoo, c.o.c.katoo, How I'd like to talk to you!