BABY’S RIDE.

Baby, do you like your ride? Baby on the baa-lamb! Baby’s mother is beside Baby riding baa-lamb.

Sisters too are dancing near Baby,—near her baa-lamb; On the ground is brother dear, Almost touching baa-lamb.

Little birdies even stop, Perching close to baa-lamb, Now they chirp, and now they hop,— They have no fear of baa-lamb.

Yet another sister there, Comes to look at baa-lamb: Her clothes and shoes are left,—oh, where? Through haste to see poor baa-lamb.

The summer’s day too soon is past For children and for baa-lamb; You see our pleasure cannot last— Not even rides on baa-lamb.