Where do you suppose
they are?"
"I don't suppose, but I guess I know," replied Mrs. Poe Tato-Bug, as off
she scurried toward the Rose Bush in the old fashioned garden near by.
And as they hurried toward the bush they could see Rose Bug with her
wings around little Poe and Tato. She was singing a lullabye, trying to
keep them quiet or put them to sleep, and this was the lullabye she
sang:
_Lullabye Lake
Quietly_
Lullabye Lake
Is a place I know
Where the tree tops sing,
And the breezes blow,
Where the treetops sing
And the breezes blow.
The moon shines dim
With a silver light
And the ripples dance
And the stars are bright,
And the ripples dance
And the stars are bright.
The glow worm burns
On the misted green
And scatters his lights
For the Faery Queen,
And scatters his lights
For the Faery Queen.
Mrs. Poe Tato-Bug listened carefully to the song. At last she exclaimed:
"That Rose Bug always did sing strange songs. I hope my children will
not remember any such unpractical nonsense. The Poe-Tato family never
was given to notions. What in the world can she mean by the Faery Queen?
I dare say some romantic tale!"
THE TUNEFUL HUMMING-BIRD
The clover blossoms grew heavier every day with honey, and their great
red heads bobbed about clumsily in the little breezes that visited the
grass by the lake shore. Squirm, Glummie's caterpillar brother, had been
heard to say that it was so sweet about those clover blossoms that he
could scarcely crawl by them; it made him faint.
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