Part 9 (1/2)

Now good-by to every fear!

For she's calling me her dear Little Jack!

BED-TIME.

How many toes has the tootsey foot?

One, two, three, four, five.

Shut them all up in the little red sock, Snugger than bees in a hive.

How many fingers has little wee hand?

Four, and a little wee thumb.

Shut them up under the bedclothes tight, For fear that Jack Frost should come.

How many eyes has the Baby Bo?

Two, so s.h.i.+ning and bright.

Shut them up under the little white lids.

And kiss them a loving good-night.

BIRD-SONG.

Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!

Sing we in the morning, Sending up to heaven's blue our happy waking song; Daily, gayly, our tiny home adorning, Working all so merrily the whole day long.

Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!

Sing we in the noontide; Half the day is over now, half our work is done; Neatly, featly, the moss and twigs are blended, Feather, flower, leaf, and stems, all added one by one.

Sweet! sweet! sweet! sweet!

Sing we in the evening; Happy day is past, past, happy night begun; Wooing, cooing, we nestle 'mid the branches, Sinking down to rest with the sinking of the sun.

Soft, soft, soft, soft, Sleep we through the still night; Tiny head 'neath tiny wing comfortably curled, Singing, springing, with the breath of morning, Waking up once more to all the wonder of the world.

GEOGRAPHI.

[AIR: _There was a maid in my countree._]

There was a man in Manitoba, The only man that ever was thar; His name was Nicholas Jones McGee, And he loved a maid in Mirimichi.

_Chorus._

Sing ha! ha! ha! for Manitoba!

Sing he! he! he! for Mirimichi!

Sing hi! hi! hi! for Geographi!