TOY-LAND.

And how do you get to Toy-land? To all little people the joy-land. Just follow your nose, And go on tip-toes: It's only a minute to Toy-land. And oh! but it's gay in Toy-land,— This bright, merry girl-and-boy-land; And woolly dogs white That never will bite You'll meet on the highways in Toy-land. Society's fine in Toy-land; The dollies all think it a joy-land; And folks in the ark Stay out after dark; And tin soldiers regulate Toy-land. There's fun all the year in Toy-land: To sorrow 'twas ever a coy-land; And steamboats are run, And steam-cars, for fun: They're wound up with keys down in Toy-land. Bold jumping-jacks thrive in Toy-land; Fine castles adorn this joy-land; And bright are the dreams, And sunny the beams, That gladden the faces in Toy-land. How long do we live in Toy-land?— This bright, merry girl-and-boy-land; A few days, at best, We stay as a guest, Then good-by forever to Toy-land!