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Then a bluebird whistled, "Oh, no! my dear,It is good you are here;For now we are sure that spring is near."Then a sober old robin came bustling byWith the sleep in his eye;"Ah, me! how stupid I was to wait;And now I am late!The bluebird has piped, and the crocus has come;And you know by the humThe hot little bee is beating his drum."Then sweet Mother Spring, with a sunshine kiss,Said something like this:"Thanks, brave little crocus, so slender and small,For heeding my callWhile orchards were leafless, and snow-drifts staidIn the all-day shade:You are telling us sweetly that soonest begunThe soonest is done;That little by little makes up the great,And early obeying is better than late."
GEORGE S. BURLEIGH.
Jenny Wren'sa lady,Very quiet she:That's her pretty mansionIn the hollow tree.Peep into her parlor,Carpeted with down;There you'll see her sittingIn her modest gown.Jenny Wren is busy,Summer days are near,And she has a houseful:Listen, and you'll hear.Little mouths are openFrom the hour she wakes,And to feed her darlingsAll her time it takes.Jenny Wren is moving:Breezes hurry by;Purple leaves are falling;Chilly grows the sky.Long before the snowflakesThrough the orchard roam,Should you call on Jenny,Nobody's at home.GEORGE COOPER.Jenny Wrenn by her nest
GEORGE COOPER.
Words byGeo. Cooper. Music byT. Crampton.
Music: Daddy Frog
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1 Old Daddy Frog lives in a bog,And his coat is bottle-green;Yellow his vest;handsomely drest,His pretty shape is seen.Puffing with pride,there at his sideHis dame is sure to be.Smiling, he says,"No one could raiseA finer family;"Chorus.Singing "Cou, cou, cou, Ker-chunk!"2 Old Daddy Frog leaps on a log,In a spry and jaunty way;Calling his boys—Oh, what a noise!He joins them in their play.Hipperty-hop!Under they pop,And Daddy Frog, says he,"Isn't it fine?How they will shine,This polished family."3 Old Daddy Frog lives in the bogTill the summer days are done;Little frogs grow,Dressed like a beauNow is each model son;Daddy Frog's eyesWink with surprise,Quite filled with delight is he;Dame at his sideChuckles with pride,"There's no such family!"
Transcriber's Notes:Obvious punctuation errors repaired.The original text for the January issue had a table of contents that spanned six issues. This was divided amongst those issues.Additionally, only the January issue had a title page. This page was copied for the remaining five issues. Each issue had the number added on the title page after the Volume number.
Transcriber's Notes:Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
The original text for the January issue had a table of contents that spanned six issues. This was divided amongst those issues.
Additionally, only the January issue had a title page. This page was copied for the remaining five issues. Each issue had the number added on the title page after the Volume number.