Walter and His Dog
There was a little boy,And he had a piece of bread,And he put his little capOn his head, head, head.
Upon his hobby horseThen he went to take a ride,With his pretty Spaniel FlashBy his side, side, side.
Little Walter was his name,And he said to little Flash,“Let us gallop round the house,With a dash, dash, dash.”
So he laid down his breadIn a snug little place,And away Walter wentFor a race, race, race.
But Flash had a plan,In his little roguish head,Of taking to himselfWalter’s bread, bread, bread.
So he watched for a momentWhen Walter did not look,And the nice piece of breadSlyly took, took, took.
When Walter saw the rogue,He cried, “O, naughty Flash;”And he showed his little whipWith a lash, lash, lash.
But Flash looked so good-natured,With his tail curled up behind,That his aunty said to Walter,“Never mind, mind, mind.”
“Flash is nothing but a puppy;So, Walter, do not worry;If he knew that he’d done wrong,He’d be sorry, sorry, sorry;”
“And don’t be angry, Walter,That Flash has had a treat;Here’s another piece of breadYou may eat, eat, eat.”
So Walter ate his bread,And then to Flash he cried,“Come, you saucy little dog,Let us ride, ride, ride.”
IT IS A PLEASANT DAY.
Come, my children, come away,For the sun shines bright to-day;Little children, come with me,Birds and brooks and posies see;Get your hats and come away,For it is a pleasant day.
Every thing is laughing, singing.All the pretty flowers are springing.See the kitten, full of fun,Sporting in the pleasant sun.Children too may sport and play,For it is a pleasant day.
Bring the hoop, and bring the ball;Come with happy faces all;Let us make a merry ring,Talk, and laugh, and dance, and sing;Quickly, quickly, come away,For it is a pleasant day.