“oh dear! is Summer over?” I heard a rosebud moan, When first her eyes she opened, And found she was alone. “Oh, why did Summer leave me, Little me, belated? Where are the other roses? I think they might have waited.” Soon the little rosebud Saw to her surprise Other rosebuds opening, So she dried her eyes. Then I heard her laughing Gaily in the sun, “I thought Summer was over: Why, it ’s just begun!”
Very dark the autumn sky, Dark the clouds that hurried by; Very rough the autumn breeze Shouting rudely to the trees. Listening, frightened, pale, and cold, Through the withered leaves and mold Peered a violet all in dread— “Where, oh, where is spring?” she said. Sighed the trees, “Poor...
“oh dear! is Summer over?” I heard a rosebud moan, When first her eyes she opened, And found she was alone. “Oh, why did Summer leave me, Little me, belated? Where are the other roses? I think they might have waited.” Soon the little rosebud Saw to her surprise Other rosebuds opening...
Under a toadstool Crept a wee Elf, Out of the rain, To shelter himself. Under the toadstool, Sound asleep, Sat a big Dormouse All in a heap. Trembled the wee Elf, Frightened, and yet Fearing to fly away Lest he get wet. To the next shelter— Maybe a mile! Sudden the wee Elf Smiled...
This, children, is the famed Mon-goos. He has an ap-pe-tite ab-struse: Strange to re-late, this crea-ture takes A cu-ri-ous joy in eat-ing snakes— All kinds—though, it must be con-fessed, He likes the poi-son-ous ones the best. From him we learn how ve-ry small A thing can bring a-bout a Fall. O...
Under a toadstool Crept a wee Elf, Out of the rain, To shelter himself. Under the toadstool, Sound asleep, Sat a big Dormouse All in a heap. Trembled the wee Elf, Frightened, and yet Fearing to fly away Lest he get wet. To the next shelter— Maybe a mile! Sudden the wee Elf Smiled...
