A Walk in the Country

Must we take a nice walk?— Where are spencer and hat? Why, my Harry looks pleas'd, When I tell him of that!

We must trip rather briskly, Not saunter and stay; Then we catch the fresh breeze As it hastens away.

And now for the gate,— Let us open it, dear; We have got to the field, And the daisies appear.

The cowslips and buttercups Make it look yellow; Must I pluck one, to give To my sweet little fellow?

Come, look at this flower— Ah! now he has caught it; Well really, my Harry, I scarce could have thought it!

And now, to his mouth, He is bearing the prize, Ah! I see very well That I have not been wise.

Some insect may lurk On the stalk or the leaves; I must take it away, Though my darling it grieves.