t. But, nothing dismayed, the wee artist sits still, And sketches her models to suit her own will. LITTLE MISS CATHIE THE ARTIST. The little brown bird is beginning to sing, The squirrel is chattering till the woods ring; The sunbeams are peeping beneath Cathies hat, And kissing the dimples in… … Then down hops the birdie, and spying around, He sees Cathies slate as it lies on the ground; And up skips the squirrel the drawing to view, And much interested indeed are the two. But what it is meant for, Im sorry to say, Is beyond the brown bird, and the small squirrel gray. Yet looking awhile,…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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