OFF TO THE WOODS


All nature dons a cool green coat,
Soft breezes blow and white clouds float;
The blue jay screams his piercing note.

The April sun shines fine today,
And all the world is bright and gay.
Small twinkling leaves now dance and play!

The Spring has made a grand debut;
And turned up sod is reddish blue,
Where last year's roses bloomed for you.

And to the woods then let us hie
To gather sorrel for a pie,
And pick some posies from the rye.

O Daughter come, a walk is free,
Lock up the house and bring the key;
For sing we must in joy and glee.




THE HAPPY CAMPERS