ost dearly love her,
She's worth her weight in gold.
We often play together
And I begin to find,
To make my sister happy,
I must be very kind.

[Page 28--Ruby Cole And Her Clever Frog]

[Illustration: Music score for 'What Our Ruby Did'.]

What Our Ruby Did

She danced like a Fairy,
She sung like a Frog,
She squeaked like a Pig,
She barked like a dog.

Oh yes! Oh yes! She did! She Did!
And Frog-gy played a tune.

She mooed like a Bullock,
She baaed like a Ram,
She leaped like a Goat,
She skipped like a Lamb--Oh yes!

She brayed like a Donkey,
She cried like a Hare,
She neighed like a Horse,
She growled like a Bear!--Oh yes!

She munched like a Rabbit,
She gnawed like a Rat,
She popped like a Mouse,
She flew like a Bat--Oh yes!

She talked like a Parrot,
She quacked like a Drake,
She mewed like a Cat,
She hissed like a Snake--Oh yes!

She climbed like a Squirrel,
She flopped like a Seal,
She ran like a Deer,
She slid like an Eel--Oh yes!

She crept like a Tortoise,
She soared like a Lark,
She drank like a Fish,
She ate like a Shark--Oh yes!

She roared like a Lion,
She dived like a Whale,
She swam like a Goose,
She crawled like a Snail--Oh yes!

She croaked like a Raven,
She screeched like an Owl,
She cawed like a Crow,
She crowed like a Fowl--Oh yes!

She grinned like a Monkey,
She hummed like a Bee,
She buzzed like a Fly,
She jumped like a Flea--Oh yes!

[Illustration: Ruby Cole dancing.]

Our dear little daughter once went to a children's ball dressed as a
fairy. She was proud of being a fairy, and looked so nice that I put
together the above nursery doggerel to please her, and in honour of
the event, little thinking that she would soon leave this world. It
might be considered better by some to remove this page, but as
children like it I venture to let it stand with this explanation.

E. W. C.

[Illustration: Clever Frog playing Fiddle.]

Sacred to the Memory of our dear LITTLE RUBY, who departed this life
March 27th, 1890, aged 8 years. She was intelligent, industrious,
affectionate and sociable, and is deeply regretted by all who knew
her.

There is no flock, however watched and tended
But one dead lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoever defended
But has one vacant chair!

There is no death! what seems so is transi