I will come and sing you a merry, merry song:
So do not be grieving
At this tender leaving;
I shall not forget you, dear, for Oh! love is strong."
Peepy went home rather sad with her empty cage. But what was her joy the next day, to see Bella on the window-sill! She opened the window, Bella flew in, and they had a nice frolic. Then, when the dinner-bell rang, the little bird flew off. Peepy was happy to think it had not forgotten her.
Ida Fay.
SONG OF THE MONKEY
2
There cocoanuts are growing
Around the palm-tree's crown:
I used to climb and pick them off,
And hear them—crack!—come down.
There all day long the purple figs
Are falling, I declare:
How pleasant 'tis in monkey-land!
Oh, would that I were there!
3
On some tall tree's top branches
The fleecy clouds would sail
Just over me: I wish that I
Were swinging by my tail!
I'd swing and swing so merrily,
How happy I would be!
But oh! a travelling monkey's life
Is very hard for me.