63. A gentle, timid creature, I Shall soon run off if you come nigh; My horns, like branches of a tree, Above my head you always see.

STAG.

64. A little, creeping thing I saw, Upon a plant it stayed all day, And very many legs it had, And how it ate the leaves away!

CATERPILLAR.

65. They are frisking in the field, By the side of mother dear, Playful, happy creatures, they Never think of danger near, And their coats so soft and light Keep them warm by day and night.

LAMBS.

66. I take my trunk with me, wherever I go, 'Tis not made of tin or of wood, oh, dear no, I use it to lift to my mouth things I eat, Just give me a biscuit, that would be a treat!

ELEPHANT'S TRUNK.

67. My coat is made of soft, warm fur, My tail is thick and round, My eyes are very sharp and bright, Among the trees I'm found; I like to crack the nuts, you see, And jump about from tree to tree.

SQUIRREL.

_FLOWERS_

68. Before the winter changed to spring, I saw a graceful, white, wee thing; Its pretty bell was hanging down, As if it thought, 'Too soon I've grown,'

Although more snow we yet may see, We give glad welcome, flower, to thee.

SNOW-DROP.

69. A yellow eye and frill of white, Which closes up when comes the night, Sometimes my frill is edged with pink, Now, surely of my name you'll think.

DAISY.

70. I come in the spring, and my bells are all blue, A pretty blue carpet I'm spreading for you.

WILD HYACINTH.

(Commonly called 'Bluebell.')

71. Another blue flower, that in summer we see, Has bells that are larger, in which dips the bee, And if you should give these blue bells a slight shake, A pretty, soft tinkle for you they would make.

HAREBELL.

72. Five petals I have which are white, as I think, Unless I should blush, then they turn rosy pink, I smell, oh, so sweetly, now guess me quick, quick!

And mind, when you pluck me, the thorns do not p.r.i.c.k.

WILD ROSE.

73. All the hedge is snowy white, Covered with my blossoms bright, Sweetly I do smell, they say, And I come in month of May.

MAY BLOSSOM.

_NATURAL PHENOMENA_

74. All the trees have buds of green, Pretty, yellow flowers are seen, Lambs are frisking, happy, free, Pray what season can this be?

SPRING.

75. Sunny days so bright and long, Sweet, new hay, and mower's song, Honeysuckle, roses sweet, Holidays, that are a treat.

SUMMER.

76. The reapers' scythes are heard among the yellow corn, There's harvest moon at night, and frosty air at morn, The hunter sounds his horn, ripe nuts and fruits are here, The leaves go whirling by, and colder days draw near.

AUTUMN.

77. Now we have the North wind bold, Bringing frost and snow and cold, Sliding, skating, oh what fun, When this season is begun!

WINTER.

78. Four sisters come past, one by one, every year, The _first_, in a dress of green buds will appear, The _second_ brings roses and flowers, oh, so sweet, The _third_ scatters gold and brown leaves at our feet, The _fourth_ often wears a white robe--now please tell The names of these sisters, you know them quite well.

THE FOUR SEASONS.

79. We are sometimes dark and heavy, Then you think there will be rain, We are sometimes light and fleecy, And the blue sky shows again, If you would see us, look above, Across the sky we always move.

CLOUDS.

80. On a frosty morning, you may sometimes see All the fields and houses white as white can be, If the sun arise, the whiteness soon will go, Pray what can its name be? for it is not snow.

h.o.a.r-FROST.

81. In the early morning Drops are shining clear, On the leaves and gra.s.ses, In the flower-cups here; Through the night 'tis falling, But by noon of day, Sunshine warm and pleasant Sends it quite away.

DEW.

82. You want me very much when you go to fly your kite, I send it soaring upwards, to such a great, great height, Sometimes I lift your hat off, and you to catch it fly, You wonder where I come from, so now to guess me try.

WIND.

_NURSERY RHYMES_

83. A little boy once had a horn, I think he lived among the corn, And wore a pretty dress of blue, I've nearly told his name to you.

LITTLE BOY BLUE.

84. A boy and girl walked up a hill, But tumble, tumble, down they came, And where's the water? where the pail?

Of each poor child you know the name.

JACK AND JILL.

85. Somebody has a garden, We ask her how it grows, Such funny things she says are there, A-growing all in rows.

MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY.

86. Who sat down in a corner, One Christmas, long ago, And thought himself a good, good boy, While eating pie, you know?

LITTLE JACK HORNER.

87. 'Twas something about a supper, And something about a knife, And something about a boy that cried, And something about a wife.

LITTLE TOM TUCKER.

88. 'Where is your flock, my little maid?'

'They're lost, all lost, kind sir,' she said, 'I slept and dreamed, but found not one, Ah! here they are with tails all gone!'

LITTLE BOPEEP.

89. She had a dog, and he could smoke, And dance, and laugh or cry, This woman and her dog you know, To find her name please try.

MOTHER HUBBARD.

90. He tumbled from a wall so high, And if to pick him up they try, They find it is in vain, in vain, He cannot be picked up again.

HUMPTY DUMPTY.