Supper is over,
Now for fun,
This is the season
Children must run;
Papa is reading;
Says, of these boys;
"Pray did you ever
Hear such a noise?"
Riding on "camels"
Over the floor,
See, one's a squirrel
Climbing the door;
There goes the baby
Flat on his nose,
Brother was trying
To tickle his toes.
Little he minds it,
Though he would cry,
Changed it to laughter
As Lyn galloped by;
Order is nowhere,
Fun is the rule;
Think, they are children
Just out of school.
Home is their palace;
They are the kings
Let them be masters,
Of just a few things;
Only one short hour
Out of all day,
Give them full freedom;
Join in their play.
Do not be angry
Do not forget
You liked to make noise
Sometimes do yet;
Home will be sweeter
Till life is done
If you will give them
An hour of fun.
[Illustration: Our Puss Playing Cricket.]
[Illustration: Our Frogs Playing Cricket.]
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