  Let us find a shady wady Pretty little brook; Let us have some candy handy, And a picture-book. There all day we'll stay and play and Never mind the heat, While the water gleaming, streaming, Ripples round our feet. And we'll gather curly pearly Mussel-shells while bright Frightened minnows darting, parting, Scurry out of sight. What if, what if,—heigho! my oh!— All the "ifs" were true, And the little fishes wishes, Now, what would you do? |
|
