The Art of
Cicely Mary Barker
Slowly, slowly, growing While I have watched them well, See, my nuts have ripened; Now I've news to tell, I will tell the Squirrel, "Here's a store for you; But, kind Sir, remember The Nuthatch likes them too." I will tell the Nuthatch, "Now, Sir, you may come; Choose your nuts and crack them, But leave the children some" I will tell the children, "You may take your share; Come and fill your pockets, But leave a few to spare." |