Curly-headed Baby Tom

Sleeps in cozy blankets warm,

In his crib.

Bob-o’-Lincoln—oh, so wise!

Goes to sleep ’neath sunny skies,

’Mid the leaves.

Mr. Bruin, night and day,

Snoozes all his time away,

In his cave.

Squirrel-Red, with nuts—a store!

In hollow tree-trunk loves to snore,

In the wood.

Mrs. Woodchuck ’neath some knoll,

Drowses in her bed—a hole!

Deep in earth.

Floweret bulbs nestled together,

Doze all through the wintry weather,

’Neath the snow.

In the chrysalis hard by,

Dreams the sometime butterfly,

In corner hid.

Oh, what beds! So very queer!

Yet to each one just as dear

As yours to you!