Classic Poem

( FOR A CHILD'S BOOK )

The squirrel is happy, the squirrel is gay,
Little Henry exclaim'd to his brother,
He has nothing to do or to think of but play,
And to jump from one bough to another.

But William was older and wiser, and knew
That all play and no work would n't answer,
So he ask'd what the squirrel in winter must do,
If he spent all the summer a dancer.

The squirrel, dear Harry, is merry and wise,
For true wisdom and mirth go together;
He lays up in summer his winter supplies,
And then he don't mind the cold weather.