LONELY TIMES
The old farm pump is frozen tight,It must have happened in the nightWhen Mr. North Wind fierce and chill,Came blowing down the big high hill.
The old farm pump is frozen tight,It must have happened in the nightWhen Mr. North Wind fierce and chill,Came blowing down the big high hill.
The old farm pump is frozen tight,It must have happened in the nightWhen Mr. North Wind fierce and chill,Came blowing down the big high hill.
The old farm pump is frozen tight,
It must have happened in the night
When Mr. North Wind fierce and chill,
Came blowing down the big high hill.
Goodnessme! When the kind-hearted farmer got up in the morning after Cocky Doodles had sung his cock-a-doodle-do song and went out to pump some water, he couldn’t get any. No, siree. There was a big icicle hanging from the pump spout, and the water wouldn’t come out. So he cracked off the icicle and went back into the kitchen for a pail of hot water to pour down the old pump, and after that the water came out of the spout and Mrs. Cow got adrink of water, although she had to wait until the clock struck half-past eight.
And, oh, dear me! It was just as cold over at the Old Bramble Patch and Lady Love had a dreadful time getting breakfast, for Mr. North Wind kept blowing down the chimney and sending the ashes all over the floor, and this made Lady Love dreadfully nervous, for she always liked to have her kitchen spick and span and cook her food on the Hoover plan.
Well, after breakfast was over, Little Jack Rabbit hopped out doors, for he wasn’t afraid of the cold. Oh, my, no. His little white fur overcoat kept him as warm as toast. And just as he was going to hop along the little path he saw Charlie Chickadee and Jimmy Junko flying here and there in the Old Bramble Patch.
“You don’t mind if we eat up the old dried berries, do you?” asked the little Chickadee, “for there isn’t much to find when the ground is covered with snow.”
“Well, I Can Sit Here As Long As You Can,”Said Mr. Wicked Wolf.Little Jack Rabbit and Mr. Wicked Wolf.Page 61
“Well, I Can Sit Here As Long As You Can,”Said Mr. Wicked Wolf.
Little Jack Rabbit and Mr. Wicked Wolf.Page 61
“Eat all you wish,” answered the little rabbit, and then these two little winter birds stuffed their pockets full of dried berries to take home, and when they could find no more they flew out on the Sunny Meadow where the fluffy grass stalks stood out above the snow, and picked off the little grass seeds, and after that they flew away. So the little rabbit hopped along and by and by, after a while, he came to the old chestnut tree where Chippy Chipmunk lived in the summer time in a hole under the spreading roots. But Chippy was nowhere to be seen. Oh, my, no. All during the fall he had been busy storing away nuts and grainin his little storeroom where he would be warm and safe from Mr. North Wind, and have something to eat till Miss Spring came with the whispering breezes.
“Oh, dear, I’m very lonely,My friends are all asleep.In hollow trees or burrows warmSafe from the snowflakes and the storm,I cannot even hear them creep,For they are snuggled up asleep,”
“Oh, dear, I’m very lonely,My friends are all asleep.In hollow trees or burrows warmSafe from the snowflakes and the storm,I cannot even hear them creep,For they are snuggled up asleep,”
“Oh, dear, I’m very lonely,My friends are all asleep.In hollow trees or burrows warmSafe from the snowflakes and the storm,I cannot even hear them creep,For they are snuggled up asleep,”
“Oh, dear, I’m very lonely,
My friends are all asleep.
In hollow trees or burrows warm
Safe from the snowflakes and the storm,
I cannot even hear them creep,
For they are snuggled up asleep,”
sighed the little rabbit as he hopped into the next story.