S P RING .
Spr in g i s th e m or n i n g of th e year ; Th e s u mm er i s th e n oon tide bright , Th e au tu m n i s t h e even in g clear, Th a t com es before th e win ter ’ s n ight .
Shines out bright an d
Did you ever think how m uch spring is like the m orning
He takes off the white snow blanket .
He says t o the little birds and seed s
and roots : Now , m y dears , I ’ v e made
it ni ce and warm for y ou .
It is tim e t o get up .
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Down com e the littl e rain - drops .
They say : Rap - a - tap , r ap- a - tap .
Little buds , Open your doors ;
Send out your baby l eaves .
Little seeds , wake up your baby
plants .
Com e littl e flowers , it i s tim e to get
u p. ”
Then how quickly they all obey !
Up j um p s the grass , so glad t o be
awake .
The little buds on the t r ees open their doors .
O ut com e the little l eaves and
flowers .
Soon everything i s wide awake , and as b u sy as you ar e in the m orning .
THE B ABIE S .
Rock- a- by baby on t h e tr ee t op,
When th e win d blows , th e cradle will rock .
I S there any cradle up in a tree ?
0 yes , m any litt le cradles are there .
They are n ot such cradles as your b aby has .
They have babies in them ; but they are not like your baby .
The cradles are little brown bud s .
The babies are litt le l eaves or blos
s om s .
They have been wrapped up there all winter.
How snug and warm they have been !
They have m any covers on .
Soon the spring will co m e .
Then they will wake up .
H ow fast they will g row !
They will not be baby leaves very long .
They will soon be grown - u p leaves .
Rain , rain , I like to see you com e
down .
You try to get in at the window .
Y ou rattle on the roof.
I like to hear you patter , patter .
You will m ake the grass gree n.
You are w aking u p the flowers .
You are calling the little leave s .