A TURTLE SHOW.

DOWN in the pond, where willows grow

Along the shore in a golden row,

Is a single rock with its mossy ridge,

And a log as mossy, resting there

Half in the water, and half in the air,

From shore to islet a beautiful bridge;

And the lily-pads on either side

Might tempt the little green frogs to ride;

And the lily-blooms, so purely made,

Do tempt the little white feet to wade.

What do you think I saw one day

In the month of June, as I passed that way?

Five little turtles, all in a row,

On the top of the log,--a funny show,--

For they carried their houses on their backs,

And tucked their toes out through the cracks

Under the eaves! while their heads and tails

Played hide-and-seek behind the scales.

They had golden dots on every shell;

And they stood so still, and "dressed" so well,

You might think they were called up to spell;

And a "master" turtle, big and brown,

On the top of the rock sat looking down

In a learned way, as you might say

To "put out words,"--and perhaps 'twas so,

Though I heard no word,--but this, I know,

The five little heads looked so very wise

With their little bead eyes, they must have heard

If ever the master pronounced a word.

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In school or not, it was getting hot;

And by and by, as the sun rose high,

With the June-like drowsiness it sheds,

They could not keep from going to sleep;

And what do you think they did with their heads?

Swallowed them! Oh, then, laugh, if you will;

But true it is, still:

Into their necks, as a sailor would slide

His spy-glass into its leathern hide,

They slid their five little heads away

From the sight of man and the light of day.

While I stood watching them, still as a mouse,

Pleased at their comical way to keep house,

I heard a terrible splash and croak,

As a great bull-frog leapt up on the log,

In a way to frighten such simple folk.

Five little turtles, quick as a wink,

Into the water slip and sink;

And one big turtle, just as quick,

Off from the log goes down like a brick.

Ah, well! my turtles are not like boys,

They can live in the pond, and they do hate noise!

The Nursery, August 1881, Vol. XXX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers · 第 22 / 39 题