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We live in a beautiful wood,
And are always happy and good;
We shouldn't care much,
to live in a hutch,
We'd rather be free in our wood.
For even sweet carrots are not all,
And children are rough,
and hutches are small,
Under the Greenwood Tree.
Listen to the rustling of
the softly sighing breeze,
Listen to the chirping of
the birdies in the trees
SOh, wander in the
', forest, and surely
SGay and happy is the life
S Daisies in the
SRoses in the
\ hedge-rows blow,
," Beauty all around one sees;
Oh, the summer's fair and sweet
Far from cities' glare and heat.
Oh, ever so.
many miles away,
To get there it takes you quite a day,
Lies Sweetbrier Farm amidst the trees,
And we're going there,
Monday, if you please.
The farm belongs
to our Uncle Jim,
Oh, wouldn't you love
I him if you knew him!
He has woolly sheep and grunting hogs,
Horses and chickens, and cows and dogs.
He has fields of yellow waving wheat,
Such gardens of fruit and flowers sweet,
When we're there we're as happy as kings
With all these beautiful lovely things.
My little Bunnies.
These are my dear little bunnies -
And don't you think they're sweet?
They live in a hutch I built them,
And have sweet green leaves to eat.
In the sun,
He'd have fun.
Out with pain,
"Fun to you
Makes my back
Black and blue.
Such a joke
Your own folk.
Dear pretty pets we love you all,
Dear pretty pets both big and small,
Queer guinea pigs in wooden hutch,
Brown rabbits, too, so soft to touch,
In the kennel good old Rover,
Lambkins sporting in the clover;
We love you all, and each one, whether
You're dressed in fur, or coat of feather.
Family Pets' Talk.
Now this is what the animals say:
The kittens purr, the donkeys bray,
The hens and chickens say "Cluck-Cluck",
"Hiss" goes the goose,
"Quak" says the duck,
And this is what
they all wish to say,
"We are glad to see
you here to-day."
t, ; birthday
Sso I bring
The sweetest flowers of sunny spring.
Feeding the Pigeons.
Maurice was just the most mischievous lad
That anyone ever did see;
He tore pretty picture books into bits,
But never a morsel cared he;
He let the little pigs out of their sty,
He gave the pup sister's new hat,
He teased the pigeons,
the cocks and the hens.
The donkey, the horse and the cat.
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