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Timaru Herald, Volume CXXXVII, Issue 19626, 21 October 1933, Page 13

LITTLE RHYMES FOR LITTLE PEOPLE YHE PIPER Close beside me on the grass, Just where all the cattle pass. Was a funny little man, Playing tiny pipes of Pan. And around him where he sat, Little feet went pit-a-pat, Tiny fairies danced around, Just beside me on the ground. When I moved, away they flew— Perhaps one day you'll see them too. (Sent by “Little Brown Kewpie,” Tycho). WHERE FLOWERS COME FROM. -XI "n -e! “You're looking thoughtful, Peggy dear, What's worrying you now?” And Peggy said, "I’m wondering Where flowers come from and how. “When Daddy puts in little seeds They seem so very small. And later on a plant springs up With leaves and flowers so tall. “I think I know why this should be, The Fairies told me so. They dig beneath the seeds at night And push them from below. “They keep on pushing, oh so hard, And then one day you see A little plant ebmes through the ground, As little as can be. “The Fairies still look after this Bmall plant and make it grow. They told me this themselves, you see, Bo that is why I know.” M. L. (Sent by Frances Miller, Rangitata Island). THE CLOCK OF LIFE. The clock of life is wound but once, And no man has the power To tell just when the hands will stop At late or early hour. Now is the only time you own: Live, love, toil with a will: Place no faith in to-morrow. For the clock may then be still. (Sent by “Foxglove,” Timaru). HOW SHE HELPED. “While mother is busy,” Said dear little Nan, "I'm going to help her all that I can!" “Huh!” laughed her brother, “What can you do?” "I can tend fires and run errands, too. But you are a girl and besides, you're so small, You won’t be able to help her at all!” Nan's eyes were bright with her happy plan. "Oh, I can help—l know that I can! If I’m not noisy, but still as a mouse, And go on tiptoe all over the house, And smile as hard as ever I can, That will help mother!” said little Nan. (Sent by “Nookums," Temuka). MY AUNTY. I have a kind Aunty, Her name is Susie Wain, She sent to me a Dolly A long way in the train. It is a lovely Dolly Her eyes are brightest blue, Her hair is dark and pretty With a ribbon tied on, too. “t She has the sweetest dress, And little shoes and socks. Aunty sent her to me All tied up in a box. Now don't you think my Aunty, Is as kind as kind can be. And I'm a lucky girl Vo have a Dolly sent to me? *rU|pt. by “St. Clair." Basawill), i