74 SONGS FOR THE

And when he trotted off to school,
The children all about would cry,

“There goes the curly-headed boy,
The boy that never tells a lie.”

And every body loved him so,
Because he always told the truth,
That every day, as he grew up,
Twas said, “There goes the honest
youth.”

    
       
   
   
    
 
    
    
     
   
   
    
 

And when the people that stood near,
Would turn to ask the reason why,

The answer would be always this,

“Because he never tells a lie.”

VERY LITTLE THINGS.

Very little things are we,
Oh how mild we all should be ;
Never quarrel, never fight,
That would be a shocking sight.

Just like pretty little lambs,

Softly skipping by their dams ;
‘We'll be gentle all the day,
Love to learn as well as play.