Papa’s Dinner.
Reading edition
Through the grassy meadows, Betty, Kate, and Ray, Carry papa’s dinner, While he rakes the hay. Round about the flowers, Hums a busy bee, Busy birds are feeding Hungry birdies wee. Busy in the hay-field, Papa rakes the hay, Ready for his dinner, It is high noon-day. “Hear the roosters crowing, Twelve o’clock,” says Ray, “Yes, indeed,” says Katie, “That is what they say.” “Papa will be waiting, Hungry too, I know, Hurry little brother, We must not walk slow.” So they go to papa, Through the sweet new hay. When he eats his dinner, Home again go they.