THE
TINY
PICTURE BOOK.

APPLES so round, and bright, and red—
O, how I love to see;
They look so tempting as they hang
Upon the green old tree.

A naughty boy once tried to steal
From off his neighbor's bough;
But sad to hear, adown he fell,
And is a cripple now.

BOYS oftentimes are rough and rude,
And join in wicked play;
But hoop and top, and bat and ball,
Are better any day.

"Hark! hark! I hear a tinkling bell;
It calleth me to school."
Run, run! my boy, and study well;
Keep strictly every rule.

CAREFUL be of poor old puss,
She catcheth all the mice:
If any rat appears in sight,
She chases in a trice.

And then she comes and sits her down,
And washes all her fur;
How kind and loving doth she look—
How pleasant doth she purr.