Learning to draw.

Come, here are a slate, and a pencil, and string,

So now sit you down, dear, and draw pretty thing;

A man, and a cow, and a horse, and a tree,

And when you have finish’d, pray show them to me.

What! cannot you do it? Shall I show you how?

Come, give me your pencil, I’ll draw you a cow.

You’ve made the poor creature look very forlorn!

She has but three legs, dear, and only one horn.

Now look, I have drawn you a beautiful cow;

And see, here’s a dicky-bird, perch’d on a bough,

And here are some more flying down from above:

There now, is not that very pretty, my love?

O yes, very pretty! now make me some more,

A house with a gate, and a window, and door,

And a little boy flying his kite with a string:

Oh, thank you, mamma, now I’ll draw pretty thing.