THE TELL-TALE BARN.

Oh, the funny little barn on a hill-side near our town! With two wee, squinting windows in a row, And a great wide-open door-way, like the mask-mouth of a clown, It seems to be forever saying, “Oh!” “Oh!” cries the little barn; “Oh!” If you break a china dish Or run away to fish, “Oh!” cries the little barn; “Oh!” One morning very early, we stole two pumpkin pies, And thought we’d go and eat them by the lake, But when we looked behind us, there stared those watchful eyes, And oh, they stared so hard it made us quake! And “Oh!” cried the little barn; “Oh!” If you stole a pumpkin pie To eat it on the sly, “Oh!” cried the little barn; “Oh!” “I tell you now,” said Jenny, “the old thing won’t keep still Until we put those pies right back, I know. Let’s slip ’round to the pantry and lay them on the sill, Or it will wake the folks up shouting, ‘Oh!’” For, “Oh!” cried the little barn; “Oh!” Till we put away those pies Before its very eyes, “Oh!” cried the little barn; “Oh!”