Stay near me—do not take thy flight! A little longer stay in sight! Much converse do I find in Thee, Historian of my Infancy! Float near me; do not yet depart! Dead times revive in thee: Thou bring'st, gay Creature as thou art! A solemn image to my heart, My Father's Family!
Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days, The time, when in our childish plays My sister Emmeline and I Together chased the Butterfly! A very hunter did I rush Upon the prey:—with leaps and springs I follow'd on from brake to bush; But She, God love her! feared to brush The dust from off its wings.
The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste, He has a big head and a very small waist; But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim, And a good little child will not play with him.
Let me introduce the Common Hoopoe: It can raise its crown when it wants to. With me, it didn't (as you may have guessed;) I suppose it was just unimpressed.
Let me give you a Fire-Bellied Toad fun fact: They're party in the front, camo in the back. With safety vest wrong side up on this toad, You'll often find them squashed on a road.