"O, were that flying pony mine,
Then I should be a horseman fine."
O, no! O, no! O, no!
My little boy, it can't be so.




WHEN EVENING IS COME.


When evening is come,
And father's at home,
Mother says that we may
Have a go-to-bed play.
A book he will bring us,
A song he will sing us,
A story he'll tell us,
He'll make believe sell us.
And we will cut papers,
And all sorts of capers,
And laugh, dance, and play,
And frolic away,
When evening is come,
And father's at home.




RINGELY RINGELY.