Willy By The Brook

Willy lay by the dimpling hrook Where the suu had laid bcfore : And, strango to say, when lts place ha took Tho spot just brightened the more. The birds were inging iu tho blue A song that was like a hyinn ; Wlule the baby ducklings, two by two, Straye J iuto' the water to irim. " Heigho ! " sighed Willy, " I canimt Hy. Nor even so inuch ;LS tloat ; And as lor uingiug Ukc robins, why m I never could raise a mte. " But I can play on my pipe," said he : And sooii tho musio camoSo clear and sweet, so blithesome ftec That ït put the birds to shamc. The baby ducklings softly splashed, The robins ycjt harder tried, The sprinkled' grass in sunlight ilnühed As it nodded by Willy's idt-.. And, before ho know, he was floiiting tree On a sparkling river of thought ; While )irds in the air carne down to sec What wonder the pipe had wronght. And still the music softly rose, Still Willy was floating free - And the little ducks with their Üunny toes, Were happy as happy could be.