'It is very small,' mother went on, 'with a cushion in the middle like
this, and rays standing out all round like these.'
10. 'Does it grow on a tree?'
'No.'
'In this garden?'
'No.'
'In the fields?'
'Yes.'
'Oh, I know!' cried Harry. 'It is the daisy.'
MERRY WORKERS.
wheels
bus'-y
i'-dle
brook'-lets
ripp'-ling
sky'-lark
lis'-ten
hon'-ey
mer'-ri-ly
hum'-ming
e-nough'
wea'-ry
1. Tell me what the mill-wheels say,
Always turning night and day;
When we sleep and when we wake,
What a busy sound they make!
Never idle, never still,
What a worker is the mill!
2. What is it that the brooklets say,
Rippling onward day by day?
Sweet as skylark on the wing,
Ripple, ripple--thus they sing.
Never idle, never still,
Always working with a will!
3. Listen to the honey-bee,
Flying now so merrily
Here and there with busy hum--
Humming, drumming, drumming, drum.
Never idle, never still,
Humming, drumming--hum it will!
4. Like the mill, the brook, the bee,
May it now be said of me
That I'm always busy too,
For there's work enough to do.
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