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OUT AT GRANDPA'S

N the country, out at Grandpa's, there are yellowbirds in May

IN

There are meadowlarks and hummingbirds and bobolinks and wrens;

In the fields among their mothers woolly lambkins are at play,

And the pinkest little piggies squeal and squabble in the pens.

In the barnyard there are spotted calves with funny wobbly legs

Little colts that kick their heels up and go frisking round about;

And the bronzy turkey mother has a stolen nest

of eggs

With the tiny baby turkeys picking, pecking, to get out.

In the garden there is lettuce up and corn and beets and beans,

And the berry rows are blossoming between the strawy walks.

Oh it's fun to go with Grandma out for radishes

and greens,

And to cut the stout asparagus and rosy pieplant stalks!

OUT AT GRANDPA'S-(Continued)

Oh the quarts of frothy yellow milk in Grandpa's milking pail!

Oh the fluffy baby chickens with their mother in the coop!

Oh the darling little kittens playing with old Tabby's tail,

In the Springtime, out at Grandpa's, on the sunny kitchen stoop!

All the orchard is a-humming with the sound of Grandpa's bees—

Little brown and yellow fellows with their dusty legs and wings;

And among the falling petals of the snow-ball cherry trees,

You can see the black and orange of the oriole that sings.

Out at Grandpa's, in the meadow, in the pussywillow pool,

All the little toads are trilling in a chorus loud and sweet;

In the brook are silver minnows in a shiny, scary school

Oh what fun to wade among them with your merry, naked feet!

OUT AT GRANDPA'S-(Continued)

In the wood lot, out at Grandpa's, there are windflowers, white and pink;

There are cowslips, big and yellow, by the edges of the stream;

And the bluebells and white violets grow all along the brink;

And wake robins, tall and stately, in the shady thickets gleam.

Grandpa's pasture field is sprinkled with sweet bluets, far and wide;

And a million dandelions make the grass and

clover gay.

Oh there's nothing half so glorious in all the joys beside,

As to visit out at Grandpa's, in the country, when it's May!

-MARIAN WARNER WILDMAN FENNER.

INFANT'S PRAYER

ESUS, tender Shepherd,
Be Thou ever near!

JES

Hear

my prayer and bless me Every day this year.

-RT. REV. THOMAS J. GARLAND.

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