Part 4 (1/2)

Little yellow Sunbeam Flew back to the sky.

Running to her father, She began to cry: ”Father, you must vanis.h.!.+

Run and hide your head!

There's a brighter sun than you In the baby's bed.”

BABY'S BELONGINGS.

Here are the baby's bonny blue eyes.

What shall we give her to see?

A calico doll and a parrotty poll, As funny as funny can be.

Here are the baby's little pink ears.

What shall we give her to hear?

A bell that will ring, and a bird that will sing, And a brook that goes tinkling clear.

Here is the baby's little wee nose.

What shall we give her to smell?

A hyacinth blue and a violet too, And roses and lilies as well.

Here is the baby's pretty red mouth.

What shall we give her to eat?

A sugary heart and a raspberry tart, And everything else that is sweet.

And here are the baby's little fat hands.

What shall we give her to hold?

A sunbeam? That's right! and a rainbow bright, And plenty of silver and gold.

INFANTRY TACTICS.

_Present arms!_ There they are, Both stretched out to me.

Strong and st.u.r.dy, smooth and white, Fair as arms may be.

_Ground arms!_ on the floor, Picking up his toys: Breaking all within his reach, Busiest of boys.

_Right wheel!_ off his cart, Left wheel too is gone.

Horsey's head is broken off, Horsey's tail is torn.

_Quick step_, forward march!

Crying, too, he comes.

Had a battle with the cat.