Little Mary was good;
The weather was fair;
She went with her mother
To taste the fresh air.

The birds they were singing;
Mary chatted away;
And she was as happy
And merry as they.




IT CAN'T BE SO.


A boy once went the world around,
Till he a golden castle found;
Then laughed the boy,
Then thought the boy,
"O, were that golden castle mine,
How brightly then my house would shine!"
O, no! O, no! O, no!
My little boy, it can't be so.

Again he went the world around,
Till he a flying pony found;
Then laughed the boy,
Then thought the boy,