Part 8 (1/2)

Inside my coat! ”_I 'ant some breff!_ _It makes me almost 'oasted!_ _Next time don't smovver me to deff--_ _Let's play aden I'm losted!”_

VELOCIPEDE

I know of a staid and sober horse That goes by a great, long name.

The little ones like this trusty steed That always goes at a proper speed.

They call him the good Velocipede, And he's never tired or lame.

Ah, he is the horse that gives you fun, And he is the horse you need!

He's never balky, he eats no hay, He's ready to either go or stay, And never was known to run away-- This good horse Velocipede.

ANNIE WILLIS MCCULLOUGH.

A RAINY DAY PLAN

The world's wet and stormy, The wind's in a rage.

We are shut in the house Like poor birds in a cage.

There's a sigh in the chimney, A roar on the wall.

Good-by to ”I Spy”

And to swinging and all!

But the child that complains Cannot better the day, So the harder it rains, Why, the harder we'll play!

There are tears on the window And sighs in the trees, But who's going to fret Over matters like these?

If the sky's got to cry, Then it's better by half That the longer it weeps, Why, the louder we'll laugh!

And look! I declare, There's the sun coming out To see what on earth All the fun is about!

NANCY BYRD TURNER.

THE BIRTHDAY ONES

I am the birthday baby, And this is the birthday horse.

They gave him to me because I was three And knew how to drive, of course.

He's trotted and walked and galloped, And traveled the whole birthday; He's carried a load up the hilly road, And once he has run away.

I've fed him high in the stable, I've watered him at the trough, I've curried him down to a glossy brown, And taken his harness off.

Now we are resting a little, Because there has got to be A long, stiff run before we're done, For the birthday horse and me!