Do you hunt for fishes'eggs,Or watch tadpoles grow their legs?
Do the little trouts have school In some deep sun-glinted pool,And in recess play at tag Round that bed of purple flag?
I have tried so hard to catch you,Hours and hours I've sat to watch you;But you never will come out,Naughty little speckled trout!
Wind He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea,He steals the down from the honeybee,He makes the forest trees rustle and sing,He twirls my kite till it breaks its string.
Laughing,dancing,sunny wind,Whistling,howling,rainy wind,North,South,East and West,Each is the wind I like the best.
He calls up the fog and hides the hills,He whirls the wings of the great windmills,The weathercocks love him and turn to discover His whereabouts --but he's gone,the rover!
Laughing,dancing,sunny wind,Whistling,howling,rainy wind,North,South,East and West,Each is the wind I like the best.
The pine trees toss him their cones with glee,The flowers bend low in courtesy,Each wave flings up a shower of pearls,The flag in front of the school unfurls.
Laughing,dancing,sunny wind,Whistling,howling,rainy wind,North,South,East and West,Each is the wind I like the best.
The Pleiades By day you cannot see the sky For it is up so very high.
You look and look,but it's so blue That you can never see right through.
But when night comes it is quite plain,And all the stars are there again.
They seem just like old friends to me,I've known them all my life you see.
There is the dipper first,and there Is Cassiopeia in her chair,Orion's belt,the Milky Way,And lots I know but cannot say.
One group looks like a swarm of bees,Papa says they're the Pleiades;But I think they must be the toy Of some nice little angel boy.
Perhaps his jackstones which to-day He has forgot to put away,And left them lying on the sky Where he will find them bye and bye.
I wish he'd come and play with me.
We'd have such fun,for it would be A most unusual thing for boys To feel that they had stars for toys!
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