Part 9 (1/2)

A NEWSBOY

It must be hard to stand and stand ...

But think of pennies in your hand!

A PLAYGROUND

All the day, from dawn till dark, Nations play within this park.

East and West are in that swing, Feet that crowd, and hands that cling.

Europe leans to catch a ball.

In the shadow of that wall, Asia sings and hugs a doll.

All the day, from dawn till dark, Nations play within this park.

MOONS

Mountain moons are large and white, Mountain moons are round; --I have seen the moons at night Growing from the ground,-- And I like the seaside moons, In the sea-blue sky.

But--in town, the moons are all So _very_ far and high!

THE DISCOVERY

It often rains in our town. And, you know, It always happens when we've planned to go On walks or hikes, or somewhere out to play; It's curious how it seems arranged that way!

We used to use those rainy days to pout, And stand there at the window looking out And wis.h.i.+ng things about the weather--oh, I never knew a wish to change it, though!

But now--the gladdest secret! We don't need Our dad to tell us stories. We can read!

We've found that Fairyland is everywhere-- You open up a book and, why, you're there!

GARDENING IS HEAPS OF FUN!

Gardening is heaps of fun!

We are partners with the sun, For we help him make things grow, With our spade and rake and hoe!

First we spade the ground, then rake it; Ready for the seeds we make it; Then in furrows carefully Plant them as they ought to be.

Soon above the ground we spy Tiny green things push and pry, Little plants that from their night Wake and climb to find the light.