Listen! he's playing again : Do you know what makes the sound? There are little wee men that sing inside, As he turns the handle round. Little wee men that sing, And frisk inside and caper; No bigger they than your finger-nail, Though you should lift the lid Before you could say "Jack Robinson," They'd be off like a flash of light'ning. THE WALK TO SCHOOL. LITTLE lad one morn in May, A As like a snail he crept to school, Saw like a sunbeam flash and play A wee fish in a pleasant pool. Upon the grassy bank to rest He sat, and overhead he heard A trill-lill from a little nest Piped by some merry morning-bird. "You swim," he said, "wee shiny fish, "And you should have my sum to do. |