Out here papa finds her,
Lifts her tenderly,
Carries her safe home again,--
Never once wakes she.
[Illustration: {POLLY ASLEEP UNDER A TREE.}]
When the breakfast all is o'er
Polly opes her eyes.
"Surely, mamma, I did dream,"
Says she in surprise,
"That I went out to the Park,
Where the birdies sing."
Mamma smiles; how can she chide
The winsome little thing!