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. ,
You always are at play?"
"I laid up nuts, last autumn,
So I can frolic now,"
Replied the merry squirrel,
And frisked along the .
"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?"

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