LITTLE BUSYBODY.
Reading edition
Oh, but she is such a dear little mite! Never at rest: even now, as I write, Going out shopping, or making a call, Talking to chairs, rocking dolly so small. Never a leaf on the sunshiny tree, When the wind blows, is as tireless as she. Ask for a kiss, she will quietly say, "Haven't got time: I'm too busy to-day."
Are the birds weary when down goes the sun? Or the wee lambkins when homeward they run? Or the bright butterflies folding their wings? Grasshoppers, crickets, and all merry things? Then must this dear busybody of ours Long for her rest with the close of the flowers. Oh the sweet lips that so lovingly say, "Good-night,—so tired,—I've been busy to-day!"
GEORGE COOPER.
