Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 514
- From a painting by H. M. Walcott Copyright, Detroit Publishin PICNICS Sing a song of picnics; Down the hill we run,To the wood across the brook, My ! it s lots of fun !Nurse has got a basket Full of things to eat,So we dance, and skip, and play: Picnics are a treat. Sing a song of picnics; Now it… … MY FRIEND He hides among the rushes tall, he hurries through the grass, He knows the birds and nodding flowers, and all the winds that pass; He runs across the daisy-fields, I cannot make him stay, Then down the hill, beneath the bridge, across the white highway. He whispers to the tasseled grass,…
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