Who’ll be the chief mourner? “I,” said the Dove, “I mourn for my love, And I’ll be chief mourner.” [Illustration: This is the Dove, Who Cock Robin did love.] Who’ll sing a psalm? “I,” said the Thrush, As she sat in a bush, “And I’ll sing a psalm.” [Illustration: This is the Thrush, Singing psalms from a bush.] And who’ll toll the bell? “I,” said the Bull, “Because I can pull;” And so, Cock Robin, farewell. [Illustration] LONDON BRIDGE. How many a bridge in London-Town, In by-gone years has fallen down! And little children every day Are building bridges the self-same way. They may use wrought iron and steel and try To make them strong, but by and by You’ll hear the wild alarming cry: “London bridge is falling down, Falling down, falling down! London bridge is falling down, My fair lady!” —_Sara Tawney Lefferts._ Truth is the highest thing that man can keep. —_Geoffrey Chaucer._ THE SWALLOW. Fly away, fly away over the sea, Sun-loving swallow, for summer is done; Come again, come again, come back to me, Bringing the Summer and bringing the sun. —_Christina G. Rossetti._ BUTTERCUPS. [Illustration] The buttercups with shining face Smile upward as I pass. They seem to lighten all the place Like sunshine in the grass. And though not glad nor gay was I When first they came in view; I find when I have passed them by, That I am smiling, too. —_Sarah F. Day._ _As I Was Going o’er Westminster Bridge._ As I was going o’er Westminster Bridge, I met with a Westminster scholar; He pulled off his cap _an’ drew_ off his glove, And wished me a very good morrow. What is his name? _Margery Mutton-pie._ Margery Mutton-pie and Johnny Bo-peep, They met together in Gracechurch-street; In and out, in and out, over the way, Oh! says Johnny, ’tis chop-nose day. _Simple Simon Met a Pieman._ Simple Simon met a pieman Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, “Let me taste your ware.” Says the pieman to Simple Simon, “Show me first your penny;” Says Simple Simon to the pieman, “Indeed, I have not any.” Simple Simon went a-fishing For to catch a whale; All the water he had got Was in his mother’s pail. Simple Simon went to look If plums grew on a thistle; He pricked his fingers very much, Which made poor Simon whistle. [Illustration] FABLE.