A FUNNY LITTLE GRANDMA.
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Cradled on a rose-leaf By her mother-miller, In her tiny egg slept Baby caterpillar, Till the sunbeams coaxed her From her cradle cosey, To her pretty chamber, Velvet soft and rosy. Dew and honey drinking As from fairy chalice, A merry life she led In that rosy palace. Till at length she wove a Bed of cotton-down, Where she slept to waken, Dressed in satin brown. Once more in the sunshine, Oh! how sweet to roam, And on satin pinions Seek her flowery home! She had joined the noble Family of millers, And last I heard was grandmamma To six small caterpillars.
Clara Broughton.
