In July

Let us find a shady wady Pretty little brook; Let us have some candy handy, And a picture-book.

There all day we'll stay and play and Never mind the heat, While the water gleaming, streaming, Ripples round our feet.

And we'll gather curly pearly Mussel-shells while bright Frightened minnows darting, parting, Scurry out of sight.

What if, what if,--heigho! my oh!-- All the "ifs" were true, And the little fishes wishes, Now, what would you do?