The Rabbit

THE moon is shining over the field,

A little breeze is blowing,

The radish leaves are crisp and green,

The lettuces are growing.

The owl is in the ivy-bush,

With both his eyes a-winking ;

The rabbit shakes his little tail,

And sits him down a-thinking--

"Oh ! where are all the dormice gone ?

And are the frogs a-vooing ?

Will no one come to play with me ?

What are they all a-doing ?"

Poor little rabbit, all alone,

Don't let the master meet you ;

He'll shoot you with his little gun,

And merrily he'll eat you !

Tommy‘s Stockings

TWO little maids went out one day,

And really it was shocking !

They met poor Tommy on the way,

With holes in either stocking.

They sat down on a low stone seat,

And to and fro kept rocking,

While they knitted, swift and neat,

Each of them a stocking.

And sweet they sang a little song,

The dickie-birds kept mocking ;

And Tommy wished that all day long

They'd sit and knit a stocking.