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remember, Chee stumbled and fell into the lake.
All of the evening was successful, and the applause at the close of the
concert as they responded to an encore with the Mosquito Aria was
wonderful. There were no clapping hands, but rather the beating of
wings, the enthusiastic croaking from various kinds of little red
throats, and the flash-flash of lights from the Fire-Flies and
Glow-Worms. Mr. Cricky in writing it up for the June Bug Journal
pronounced it the success of the season. We will close with a few
stanzas of "There's Dreamland Coming." Probably you have heard it, for
it has a way of singing itself the moment you are off to sleep. Try
sleeping and see if it is not heard.
_There's Dreamland Coming_
Adaptation from EUGENE COWLES "FORGOTTEN"
_Moderately slowly_
There's dreamland coming, dearie,
And dreaming, coming, too,
Sweet dreamland for the weary,
To cradle such as you.
Then close your eyes, my darling,
And say your little prayer;
Dreamland is waiting for you,
And God will take you there.
There's dreamland coming, dearie,
And dreaming, coming, too,
Sweet dreamland for the weary,
To cradle such as you.
THE NOISY FLY
Mrs. Cricky came out of her house with an angry flounce. What in the
world was all this noise about! zzz! zzz! then a thump and a bump and
the strangest little noises, more like a falsetto squeak than anything
else.
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