SONGS FOR THE

Up in the tree
Robin I see,

Picking one by one;
Shaking his bill,
Getting his fill,

Down his throat they run:
Robins want no cherry pie;
Quick they eat, and off they fly ;

My little child,
Patient and mild,
Surely will not cry.

Cherries are ripe,
Cherries are ripe,

But we will let them fall ;
Cherries are ripe,
Cherries are ripe,

But bad for babies small:
Gladly follow mother’s will ;
Be obedient, kind, and still ;

Waiting a while,
Delighted you’ll smile,
And joyful eat your fill.

Hastings’ “‘ Nursery Songs.”