It makes its nest of soft dry moss, And though it keeps no calendar, Upon the boughs the squirrel sits, grow. In the hedge-sparrow's nest he sits, overhead. I saw a little Wood-mouse once, Like Oberon in his hall, With the green, green moss beneath his feet. Sit under a mushroom tall. I saw him sit and his dinner eat, His dinner of chestnut ripe and red, I wish you could have seen him there; To see the small thing God had made | I saw that He regarded them- VI.-The Squirrel. THE pretty red Squirrel | lives up in a trec, And from tree to tree | with a vaulting spring; But small as he is, he knows he may want | And there makes his nest, and lays up his store; In his warm little nest, with his nuts on his shelf. T VII.-The Monkey. MONKEY, little merry fellow, Look now I at his odd grimaces! ; How you leaped and frisked about How you sate and made a din | Look now at him! Slyly peep, With his arm beneath his head. Now that posture is not right, Ha! he is not half asleep! Monkey, though your eyes were shut, You could see this little nut. 2 You shall have it, pigmy brother! There, the little ancient man THE END. WILLIAM COLLINS & Co., PRINTERS, GLASGOW. |