WHAT THE CHILDREN SAY
The road is hardest clay,
The dust is deep and dark,
And when it rains all day,
Such mud! High water mark!
The dust is deep and dark,
And when it rains all day,
Such mud! High water mark!
'Tis sand, the great desert.
Water, our great blue sea.
That's clay? It is the dirt,
To make mud pies, you see;
The very finest road
Of all the world around.
How could the frog or toad,
Live on another ground?
That's what the children say.
Water, our great blue sea.
That's clay? It is the dirt,
To make mud pies, you see;
The very finest road
Of all the world around.
How could the frog or toad,
Live on another ground?
That's what the children say.
The sparrows make their nests
In drain-pipes and in eaves;
They are such little pests,
Such vagabonds and thieves.
In drain-pipes and in eaves;
They are such little pests,
Such vagabonds and thieves.
They are such friendly birds,
So brave and unafraid.
What king you've ever heard
Bird's nests in their house made?
They sing such short sweet songs,
They are so cute and brown,
They're with you all day long,
And all the year around.
That's what the children say.
So brave and unafraid.
What king you've ever heard
Bird's nests in their house made?
They sing such short sweet songs,
They are so cute and brown,
They're with you all day long,
And all the year around.
That's what the children say.
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