A MERRY GO-ROUND.
Reading edition
What a merry go-round! Not a ghost of a sound As the snowflakes dance and spin: Won't the wind play the flute, Now the birds are all mute, And the crickets have stopped their din? The brook would be glad To tinkle like mad, If the snowflakes would only wait Till the season is June, And its voice is in tune For their service, early and late. Then the brown bee would hum, And the frogs beat the drum, And robin would lead the band: Such a merry go-round, To such a sweet sound, Was ne'er known in snowflake-land.
MARY N. PRESCOTT.
