As Tommy and his sister Jane
Were walking down a shady lane,
They saw some berries, bright and red,
That hung around and overhead.
And soon the bough they bended down,
To make the scarlet fruit their own;
And part they ate, and part in play,
They threw about and flung away.
But long they had not been at home,
Before poor Jane and little Tom
Were taken sick, and ill to bed,
And since, I've heard they both are dead.
Alas! had Tommy understood
That fruit in lanes is seldom good,
He might have walked with little Jane
Again along the shady lane.
BEASTS, BIRDS, Etc.