THE SQUIRREL.

 One pleasant summer morning

A little boy was seen

Beneath a spreading oak tree

Upon a village green.

And to a merry squirrel

The child was heard to say—

"How is it, Mr. Muncher¹,

You always are at play?"

"I laid up nuts, last autumn,

So I can frolic now,"

Replied the merry squirrel,

And frisked along the bough².

"And you, my little school-boy,

Must study all you can,

And lay up stores of knowledge,

To use when you're a man."

Near by a bird was stopping

To rest its pretty wing—

"Pray, tell me," said the youngster,

"Who taught you how to sing?"

"I never had a master,"

The little bird replied;

"But when my mate was sitting,

To comfort her I tried;

"And if you like my singing,

Its secret I will tell—

All that we do for love, sir,

We surely shall do well."

And now, dear little children,

If you open wide your eyes,

You will see the pretty lessons

In creatures, birds, and skies.

How doth the little busy bee

Improve each shining hour,

And gather honey all the day

From every opening flower!

In books, or work, or healthful play,

Let my first years be passed,

That I may give for every day

Some good account at last.

 

1 muncher   

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2 bough   

n.大树枝，主枝

参考例句：

• I rested my fishing rod against a pine bough.我把钓鱼竿靠在一棵松树的大树枝上。
• Every bough was swinging in the wind.每条树枝都在风里摇摆。