[Illustration:
A sparrow with a wooden leg
Hopped o’er a roof of tin;
And, as he hopped, a girl below
Was overcome with sudden woe
To hear that noise begin.]
[Illustration:
“Oh dear,” she cried, “here comes the rain,
“And this is picnic day.”
Nor did she know what she had heard
Was just a wooden legged bird
Until he flew away.]
[Illustration:
Young Johnny Bingle long had wished
To own a “truly” gun,
And so, when Christmas came again,
His father gave him one.
It had a barrel straight and true
A fancy walnut stock
And for his first game Johnny shot
The cuckoo in the clock.]