TUNEFUL LAYS FOR MERRY DAYS. MAMMA'S DARLING. WON'T You come and sit on the floor, You put them in an even line, Do come and see my rocking-horse, It cannot trot, and does not jump, You know I'm mamma's own darling You mustn't be cross to me. I cannot bear my slate and sums, Mamma she gives me cakes and sweets, And when 'tis wet, such funny tales She tells me all about. Will she be glad if I can spell? Not yet, but by-and-by. I'm going to learn my lessons, And say my one, two, three, Because I am mamma's own darling, And she is so kind to me. REA. THE MONTHS. JANUARY brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow; February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again; March brings breezes loud and shrill, Stirs the dancing daffodil; April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet; May brings flocks of pretty lambs, June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies; August brings the sheaves of corn, Then the harvest home is borne ; |