_English Fairy Tale_
RAINDROPS
Oh, where do you come from,
You little drops of rain,
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
Down the windowpane?
Tell me, little raindrops,
Is that the way you play?
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
All the rainy day?
I sit here at the window;
I've nothing else to do;
Oh, I wish that I could play,
This rainy day, with you!
The little raindrops cannot speak,
But "pitter-patter-pat"
Means, "We can play on this side,
Why can't you play on that?"
ANN HAWKSHAWE
[Illustration]
THE FOUR FRIENDS--I
comb music giants chief
Once upon a time a man had a donkey.
His donkey had worked for him many years.
At last the donkey grew so old that he was no longer of any use for
work, and his master wished to get rid of him.
The donkey, fearing he might be killed, ran away.
He took the road to Bremen, where he had often heard the street band
playing.
He liked music, so he thought he might join the band.
He had not gone far when he came upon an old dog.
The dog was panting, as if he had been running a long way.
"Why are you panting, my friend?" asked the donkey.
"Ah," said the dog, "I am too old for the hunt.
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