 | When life is young |  |
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FORBIDDEN
“Keep off the Grass!” the sign-board said;
And children turned away,
Wondering sadly why the grass
Objected to their play.
And children turned away,
Wondering sadly why the grass
Objected to their play.
The Summer sped; in time the snow
In circling flurries came,
And hid the grass, although the board
Protested still the same.
In circling flurries came,
And hid the grass, although the board
Protested still the same.
“Keep off the Grass!” 'T was plain as day;
And birds who came along,
Pausing in wonder, cocked their heads,
And hushed their chirpy song.
And birds who came along,
Pausing in wonder, cocked their heads,
And hushed their chirpy song.
“What 's that? what does it mean?” they asked;
And one bird twittered low:
“The Summer must be buried here;
Oh, comrades, let us go!”
And one bird twittered low:
“The Summer must be buried here;
Oh, comrades, let us go!”
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