THE LITTLE RED APPLE.

Once there was a little red apple. It was high up in a tree. A little girl saw the apple. “Oh, Apple!” she said. “Come down to me.” But the little red apple did not hear her, for it was fast asleep. The bright sun came out. “Oh, Sun! Dear Sun!” said the little girl. “Will you waken the apple?” The sun kissed the apple, but it did not fall down. A little bird sat upon the bough of a tree. “Little Bird, can you waken the apple?” The bird sang a pretty song, but that did not waken the apple. “Here comes West Wind,” said the little girl. “He will waken the apple for me.” West Wind shook the tree and down fell the apple. “Thank you, West Wind,” said the little girl.

The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the robin do then? Poor thing! He’ll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!