HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE 41 ISAAC WATTS ENGLAND, 1674-1748 How doth the Little Busy Bee How doth the little busy bee How skilfully she builds her cell; In works of labor or of skill I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. Let In books, or work, or healthful play, 5 10 15 CHARLES KINGSLEY ENGLAND, 1819-1875 The Lost Doll I once had a sweet little doll, dears, Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears, As I played on the heath one day; And I cried for her more than a week, dears, But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears, 10 As I played on the heath one day; Folks say she is terribly changed, dears, For her paint is all washed away, And her arm's trodden off by the cows, dears, And her hair's not the least bit curled; 15 Yet for old time's sake, she is still, dears, The prettiest doll in the world. ROBIN REDBREAST 43 WILLIAM ALLINGHAM IRELAND, 1828-1889 Robin Redbreast Good-by, good-by to Summer! But Robin's here, in coat of brown, O Robin dear! Robin singing sweetly In the falling of the year. Bright yellow, red, and orange, But soon they'll turn to Ghosts; 10 15 It's Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late, "Twill soon be Winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And welaway! my Robin, The fireside for the Cricket, The wheatstack for the Mouse, The branches plumed with snow, And a crumb of bread for Robin, MY BED IS A BOAT CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI ENGLAND, 1830-1894 O Lady Moon 45 O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east: Shine, be increased; O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west: Wane, be at rest. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON My Bed is a Boat My bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor's coat And starts me in the dark. At night I go on board and say "Good night" to all my friends on shore; 10 I shut my eyes and sail away And see and hear no more. 5 |