. St. Nicholas [serial]. chirp is sharp and sweet,And nimble are my feet;My appetite is good,And bountiful my food;My coat is smooth and bright!My wings are free and light.—Then ah, and O ! Ah me !What can the matter be ? Long time the cricket sighed, And muttered low : Confound it ! Then joyfully he cried : Eureka ! O, Eureka ! By which he meant, I ve found it.— The learned little shrieker! It is—ah, well-a-day ! Because my girl s away, My dimble, damble Dolly, My cheery, deary Polly. Oh, Queen of little girls !— I like her sunny curls; I like her eyes and hair, Her funny little stare
. St. Nicholas [serial]. chirp is sharp and sweet,And nimble are my feet;My appetite is good,And bountiful my food;My coat is smooth and bright!My wings are free and light.—Then ah, and O ! Ah me !What can the matter be ? Long time the cricket sighed, And muttered low : Confound it ! Then joyfully he cried : Eureka ! O, Eureka ! By which he meant, I ve found it.— The learned little shrieker! It is—ah, well-a-day ! Because my girl s away, My dimble, damble Dolly, My cheery, deary Polly. Oh, Queen of little girls !— I like her sunny curls; I like her eyes and hair, Her funny little stare,— Her way of jumping quick Wheneer she hears me click. She s loving and she s neat, She s spry and true and sweet; And though I caper free, She never steps on me. Ke-nick ! Kee-nick ! Ker tick ! a tick ! And now the thought has come,- To-morrow she HI be home ! My Polly, Polly, Polly, My dimble, damble Dolly ! I 11 dance to-night In the bright moon-light. To-morrow I 11 see Polly !— Tra la ! How very jolly !. Next night the house with pleasure rang, For Polly girl had come ;The cricket on the hearth-stone sang,— And home once more was home. 14 PLAYTHINGS. [November, PLAYTHINGS. By Olive Thorne.
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