A SONG FOR BABY.
Reading edition
Nuts for all the baby-birds In the merry budding spring; Roses, where the dusty bees May sip and cling. Shade for all the pretty lambs That in the summer stray; Hedges, where the crickets chirp Their time away. Holes, where nimble squirrels hide When autumn hours are chill; Heaping barns, where horse and cow Have shelter still. Homes for rabbit, mouse, and mole, When winter strews the ground; But mother's arms for baby dear The whole year round!
George Cooper.
