GRANDMAMMA SPIDER.

Grandmamma Spider is building a nest

Right there by the crack in the wall;

Look sharp, little friends, the threads are so fine

You hardly can see them at all.

Two little birds—see them up in that tree?—

Are singing a beautiful song,

All about grasses, and flowers, and leaves,

And summer that waited so long.

The wind is a lullaby, soft and sweet;

Miss Pussy is purring a tune;

Towser is happy—he’d talk if he could;

Sir Cricket chirps loud, for it’s June.

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Pods and Blossoms of the Vanilla.