  The two gentlemen have gone back to their respective countries. Now once again Philippe and Rose sit in the market place of Brussels. Once again the little boy sells his mother's vegetables, while the pretty baby sings to the passers-by. There is also another child. That other is Zelie, who now lives with them. There is no more sadness in her eyes now. But Philippe has changed. He has at last had the adventures about which he has read and dreamed so much. And he is glad that they are over. The Belgian people say that there is no "IN A NOOK WITH A BOOK" "IN A NOOK WITH A BOOK" He has made up a new song. He has used the old Belgian saying, "East, west, home's best," for that song. Listen! Philippe and Rose and Zelie are singing it now: "Winds blow, Rivers flow, Time flies and days go. Storms sweep, Shadows creep, Stars shoot and fires leap. Things sprout All about, Folks dash in and out. Roads wind, Leave behind Us three, peace to find. Philippe will Sit still; Never more seek a thrill. Zelie knows, So does Rose, Philippe would rather doze In a nook Some day be a cook. All may go To and fro, Here, there, high and low, But we rest In our nest, For east, west, home's best!" "SOME DAY BE A COOK" "SOME DAY BE A COOK" |
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