Come let us take a walk,—
The rain has gone away,—
And have some pleasant talk,
And laugh, and sing, and play.

The old hen dries her wings,
The young lambs frisk away
The merry sparrow sings;
Come let us go and play.

The brook runs gayly on
As though it were in play,
And says to every one,
"Let's have some fun to-day."

The little busy bee
Doth sing and work all day,
And teaches you and me
To work as well as play.

The world is full of flowers;
Put up your work, I say;
Let's use these limbs of ours
And have some real play.