LIT-TLE GOLD HEAD.

The lit-tle Gold Head was so "put out," Though none but her-self knew what a-bout, That she sat on the door-steps a-while to pout— Oh, greed-y lit-tle Gold Head! "I had one tart, but I want-ed two, So, I'll run a-way—that's what I'll do!" And she found White-wool in the mead-ow dew. Crop-ping the clo-ver red. The two were friends, and glad to meet. She cried: "Nan-nan, is the clo-ver sweet? And can you have all you want to eat?" "Ba-a, ba-a-a!" he said.