She tried to scratch out both my eyes (It is true!) Tried to pull off both my ears, My nose, too; Scolded me—I thought she said She would leave upon my head Not a solitary hair— Meant it, laughing—didn’t care! Well, it rather hurt, but I Murmured not, nor made outcry; Let her pull, and scratch, and scold; (She is only six months old). CLUCK, CLUCK! Cluck, cluck! come under my wings, All you poor little shivering things! It’s cloudy above and muddy below; The rain pours down and the four winds blow. Too bad the weather’s so damp and cold, And you, poor chicks, but three days old! You haven’t much chance, that I can see; But cluck, cluck! come hither to me. Yellow, and Brownie, and Tan, and White, Blackie and Spot—yes, six—that’s right. Cluck, cluck! hide under my wings, And I’ll keep you warm, you poor little things. BOBBIE AND THE BEE. “_Hark, the bee winds its small but mellow horn._” All roun’ de flowers, you pwitty fly, All roun’ de flowers an’ me, You sing so loud! Dess reason why— You’s happy as tan be. Bet I tan tatch you if I try. Zere! now I’s dot you, see! Boo-hoo! Do ’way, you udly fly! What for you bited me?