1. I'm a pretty little thing,
Always coming with the spring;
In the meadows green I'm found,
Peeping just above the ground.
And my stalk is covered flat
With a white and yellow hat.
2. Little maiden, when you pass
Lightly o'er the tender grass,
Step aside and do not tread
On my meek and lowly head;
For I always seem to say,
'Chilly winter's gone away.'
II.
1. I'm a cunning little thing,
Coming also with the spring.
Near the daisy I am found,
Standing straight above the ground;
And my head is covered flat
With a glossy, yellow hat.
2. Little children, when you pass
Through the tall and waving grass,
Do not pluck, but gently tread
Near my low and mossy bed;
For I always seem to say,
'Milk and butter fresh to-day.'
WHEAT.
PART 1.
field
fa'-ther
wheat
plough
bas'-ket
watched
threw
har'-row
grains
east
morn'-ing
earth
joints
be-lieve'
for'-est
stalks
1. There was a very little field at the bottom of the garden, and father
made up his mind to grow wheat in it.
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