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,… … Rock-a-by, birdies, upon the elm-tree,Where the long limbs wave gently and free ;Tough as a bow-string, and drooping and small,Nothing can break them to give you a fall:Rock-a-by, birdies, along with the breeze,All the leaves over you humming like bees ;High away, low away, come again, go!Go again,…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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