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ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
PUSSY AND THE POPPIES. 
P OPPIES red, and pink, and white, 
In my grandma’s garden beds, 
’Gainst the green you look so bright; 
How you dance and nod your heads ! 
Little kittie, ball of fuzz, 
(Brightest eyes I ever saw !) 
If you try to make him buzz, 
That old bee will sting your paw. 
You’re a lazy pussy cat, 
Watching poppies bow and sway; 
Breezes make them bend like that, 
They don’t do it for your play. 
Only see how fast I sew ! 
Grandma said to piece this square ; 
It’s no time to play, you know. 
Till you’ve done your work all fair. 
You should go and catch the mice 
In my grandpa’s corn and meal. 
If you take my good advice, 
Only think how proud you’ll feel. 
There’s my grandma calling me ! 
Oh, what ever shall I do ? 
For my seam’s not done, you see, 
Here I’ve sat and scolded you. 
Youth’s Companion. 
THE WILLOW TREE. 
T REE of the gloom, o’erhanging the tomb, 
Thou seem’st to love the churchyard sod ; 
Thou art ever found on the charnel ground, 
Where the laughingand happy have rarely trod. 
When thy branches trail to the wintry gale, 
Thy wailing is sad to the hearts of men, 
When the world is bright in a summer’s light, 
Tis only the wretched that love thee then. 
The golden moth and the shining bee 
Will seldom rest on the willow tree. 
Eliza Cook. 
