wriggled around feeling its way up and down a rod of the fence; the
great body swayed from one heavy foot to the other; and all the time the
bright little eyes were fastened on the boy.

The little boy looked and looked and looked again. He could hardly
believe his eyes. "Whew!" he said at last, "so that's an elephant!"

HOW THE ANIMALS MOVE

The classifications and most of the expressions were suggested by a
child.

HOW THE ANIMALS MOVE

The lion, he has paws with claws,
The horse, he walks on hooves,
The worm, he lies right on the ground
And wriggles when he moves!

The seal, he moves with swimming feet,
The moth, has wings like a sail,
The fly he clings; the bird he wings,
The monkey swings by his tail!

But boys and girls
With feet and hands
Can walk and run
And swim and stand!

THE SEA-GULL

All the material and most of the expressions are taken from a story by a
six-year-old. It was put into rhythm because the children wished "the
words to go like the waves."

THE SEA-GULL

Feel the waves go rocking, rocking,
Feel them roll and roll and roll.
On the top there sits a sea-gull
And he's rocking with the waves.
Now 'tis evening and he's weary
So he's resting on the waves.

When he woke in early morning
Like a flash he spied a fish.
Quick he flew and quickly diving
Snapped the fish and ate him straight.
Then he screamed for he was happy.
Then he spied another fish
Quick he flew and quickly diving
Snapped the fish and ate him straight.
So he played while shone the sunshine,
Catching fish and screaming hoarse
Till he was quite out of hunger,
And would rest him on the waves.
Once he flapped and flapped his great wings,
Soaring like an aeroplane.
Down below him lay the ocean
Like a wrinkled crinkly thing,
And giant steamers looked like toy ones
Slowly moving on the waves.

Now the moonshine's making silver
All the tossing, rocking waves.
And the sea-gull looks like silver
And his great wings look like silver
Pressing close his silver side,
And his sharp beak looks like silver
Tucked beneath his silver wings.
For beneath the silver mo