::: Poem::: A-COMING DOWN THE STREET :::

THE baby she has golden hair,
Her cheeks are like a rose,
And she sits fastened in her chair,
A-counting of her toes.
The mother she stands by the door,
And all the place is neat,

::: POEM :::MORNING TIME :::

AWAKE, my pet !
What ! slumbering yet,
When the day's so warm and bright ?
The flowers that wept
Before they slept
O'er the darkness of yester night,
Have listened long
To the lark's wild song,
And awoke with the morning light.

::: Poem :: THE RABBIT :::

THE moon is shining o'er the field,
A little breeze is blowing,
The radish leaves are crisp and green,
The lettuces are growing.