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ey took their dollies walking, They were both so busy talking, (They had not met for half an hour and so had much to say) That they heedlessly kept going Down the shady streets, not knowing, Till they wanted to come back again, they could not find the way! In their fright they felt forlorner Every time they turned a corner, And they wailed to one another, "Oh, whatever shall we do? A big bear might come to bite us, Or a dreadful dog to fight us, Or the wicked gipsies get us! _Oh, boo-hoo! Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo!_" But this story, though a sad one, Has an end that's not a bad one, For at last somebody found them as they bade the world good-by; They took their dollies home again, And vowed they'd never roam again, And their mothers hugged and kissed them, saying, "There, my dears, don't cry!" THE BLUEBIRD To-day at dawn there twinkled through The pearly mist a flash of blue So dazzling bright I thought the sky Shone through the rifted clouds on high, Till, by and by, A note so honey-sweet I heard, I knew that bright flash was a bird! THE ORGAN-GRINDER Hark! I hear the organ-grinder Coming down the street, And the sudden clatter-patter Of the children's feet! Come, oh, let us run to meet him! Did you ever hear Tunes so gay as he is playing, Or so sweet and clear? See the brown-faced little monkey, Impudent and bold, With his little scarlet jacket Braided all in gold! And his tiny cap and tassel Bobbing to and fro, Look, oh, look! he plucks it off now, Bowing very low. And he's passing it politely-- Can it be for _pay_? O dear me! I have no penny! Let us run away! THE NEW MOON Pretty new moon, little new moon, Now, as first I look at you, I must make a wish, for wise folks Say it surely will come true! Little new moon, pretty new moon, I wish--but I must not tell! For if any one should hear it, Wise folks say it breaks the spell! SHOWERY TIME The April rain-drops tinkle In cuckoo-cups of gold, And warm south winds unwrinkle The buds the peach-boughs hold. In countless fluted creases The little elm-leaves show,
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