AN OC-TO-BER PIC-NIC.

Out on the sun-ny grass, out on the sun-ny grass, Goes for an hour's play the kin-der-gar-ten class. The ba-by is so fat and odd, they twine a wreath of gold-en-rod, And make be-lieve she's queen—the lit-tle lass. And af-ter she is crowned, and af-ter she is crowned, They'll fetch their bask-ets full of lunch, and seat them-selves a-round; The queen will nib-ble bread and cheese, will catch a lit-tle cold, will sneeze, And throw her crusts and crumbs up-on the ground. Oh, nev-er, nev-er mind, oh, nev-er, nev-er mind, If at a din-ner on the green some fun-ny things you find— All sort of bugs that want the cake; or if a crick-et by mis-take Crawls on the sand-wiches, oh, nev-er mind!