Nay, now, pretty birds, don't be frightened, I pray, You shall not be hurt, I'll engage; I'm not come to catch you and force you away, And fasten you up in a cage. I wish you could know you've no cause for alarm, Why, my little fingers could do you no harm, Jane Taylor. III THE PALACE PETS The Cow* The friendly cow all red and white, She gives me cream with all her might, She wanders lowing here and there, All in the pleasant open air, And blown by all the winds that pass Robert Louis Stevenson. The Good Moolly Cow Come! supper is ready; Come! boys and girls, now, From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by Chas. Scribner's Sons. |