Come let us take a walk,--
The rain has gone away,--
And have some pleasant talk,
And laugh, and sing, and play.

The old hen dries her wings,
The young lambs frisk away
The merry sparrow sings;
Come let us go and play.

The brook runs gayly on
As though it were in play,
And says to every one,
"Let's have some fun to-day."

The little busy bee
Doth sing and work all day,
And teaches you and me
To work as well as play.

The world is full of flowers;
Put up your work, I say;
Let's use these limbs of ours
And have some real play.




LITTLE MARY.