Dear Grandmamma, I will try to write
A very little letter;
If I don't spell the words all right,
Why next time I'll do better.
My little rabbit is alive,
And likes his milk and clover,
He likes to se me very much,
But is afraid of Rover.
I have a dove as white as snow,
I hall her "Polly Feather";
She flies and hops about the yard,
In every kind of weather.
The hens are picking off the grass,
And singing very loudly;
While our old peacock struts about,
And shows his feathers proudly.
I think I'll close my letter now,
I've nothing more to tell;
Please answer soon, and come to see
Your loving, little Nell.