[Illustration]
[Illustration]
The Apple Tree.
Up in the apple-tree
See the rosy cheeks;
See the balls that look like gold;
See the crimson streaks.
In the lovely autumn day,
Bright as in the bloom of May,
Filled with fruit, and fair to see,
Is the apple-tree.
Under the apple-tree
See the rosy cheeks:
Little Ginx, the baby,
What is it he seeks?
Ah! his tiny teeth are white,
And are eager for a bite,--
Such a tempting store to see
Is the apple-tree.
Under the apple-tree,
Other rosy cheeks,--
Edith, Mabel, Gold-Locks,
Full of happy freaks.
Here they run, and there they run,
Shouting merrily, if one
Fallen in the grass they see
From the apple-tree.