NURSERY FINGER-PLAYS. 63

 

For many days the farmer then

~ Was working with his hoe;

And little Johnny brought the corn
And dropped the kernels —so!

And there they lay, until awaked
By tapping rains that fell,
Then pushed their green plumes up
‘to greet: |
The sun they loved so well.

‘POKED THEIR
GREEN PLUMES up

AONE GUN
of (Snap the finders)

the ae
Then flocks and flocks of hungry crows
Came down the corn to taste;
But ba-ang!— went the farmer’s gun

And off they flew in haste.

Then grew and grew the corn, until,
When autumn days had come,
With sickles keen they cut it down,
And sang the “Harvest Home.”