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VI. 



TRIBES OF THE CASE WINGS. 



Gentle Laura ! silkliaired Laura ! 

 Sunny, funny, romping Laura ! 

 Come with me into the forest ; 

 Come with me into the meadow ; 

 Come wdth me to Hokempokem, 

 Where the bubbling brook runs sparkhng, 

 Or beneath the steep bank darlding ; 

 Come with net, for beetles hunting ; 

 Come with boxes, beetlehunting ; 

 Come, the young and old togetlier : 

 I will tell you all about them, 

 How to know them, where to find them. 

 Sit down on this bank of flowers, 

 Bank of buttercups and daisies. 

 While the trembling sunshine, glinting 

 Through the murmuring, rustling aspen, 

 Jocund dances all around us ; 

 Sit down, young and old together. 

 First in order come the Tigers, 

 Tigers of the insect races ; 



