Whirl The Boat.

Whirl, whirl, Each little girl, Like a gay butterfly over the grass; Light as a feather, Whirl they together, Scaring the little brown birds as they pass.

Spin, spin, See them begin, Like two tops gliding over the ground; Light as a feather, Spin they together, Whirling the boat around and around.

KINDERGARTEN.

This is my class, I am teacher, you see; They stand in a row And listen to me;

And never once Have I seen them try To whisper or laugh— They are very shy.

I sometimes fear They will never do The nice little games When I ask them to:

To keep good time, To march and to sing, And to whirl about In a pretty ring.

But, then, I know They will always do Whatever they can When I ask them to.

THE ORIOLE'S NEST.

Swing, little hammock, swing high and swing low! Birdies are sleeping while soft breezes blow; Papa-bird fastened it well on the bough, No harm can come to the baby-birds now.

Mother-bird comes with sweet food to the nest. All the bright feathers aflame on her breast; Swing, little birdies, be happy to-day, Soon, I suppose, you will all fly away.

Rock, little hammock, the birdies to sleep, Then I'll give Dolly a sly little peep; She will not touch them, the dear little things, With down on their heads and down on their wings.

Very soon, Dolly, their feathers will grow, And out of their cradle the birdies will go; High away, low away, out of our sight, Off to the wood in a family flight!

THE JUNE-BUG.

"Buzz, buzz, blundering bug, Why do you come in June? The roses are here, And I greatly fear You will put them out of tune.

"Buzz, buzz, blundering bug, Why do you come at night, With your big black wings? We are timid things— You will put us both in a fright."

CHOCOLATE DROP.

There lived beside a certain sea A humpy, dumpy, brown ba-bee, Whose length and breadth were just the same, And what is more, this ba-bee's name Was Chocolate Drop.

This humpy, dumpy, brown ba-bee Had a Mamma as brown as she, Who thought no ba-bee, dark or light, Was ever half so sweet and bright As Chocolate Drop.

They say (as strange as it may seem) That she was made of country cream, And rolled in something brown and sweet, Which made this ba-bee so complete A Chocolate Drop.

Out on the end of an apple-tree bough A birdie was singing a song just now, And when it was ended The birdie pretended To say Good-bye, but he did not know how!

1. Silently corrected simple spelling, grammar, and typographical errors. 2. Retained anachronistic and non-standard spellings as printed. 3. Enclosed italics font in underscores.