For the Children

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16569, 31 October 1921, Page 9

For the Children

CHUCKLES AND TIAI. Chuckles is a parrot and has room from South America. He has a green breast and a groen back, a yellow neck and a little piece of blue on the top of his head, grey feet and a. grey tail and brown eyes, and h© talks ever so much. Tim is a. half Persian kitten ; his colour is tabby, and he has blue eyqs and a dear little tail. When h© runs or walks his tail sticks straight up in the air. Hi s paws are white and he has n little piece of white under his chin. Tim and Chuckles are very great friends- On© day Tim jumped on the top of Ohuckles’s cage, and then Chuckles cam© out on the too of the cage also, and they started having great fun. Tim ran after Chuckles’s tail and Chuckles rau after Tim’s tail. Then Tim jumped down on Chuckles’s cage on to a chair, and shook hands with Chuckles to show what friends they were. r ' l TOO SAI ALL FOR HIS JOB “ 1 don’t admire your looks at all,” Chirped Robin Bold, P.C-. ” That battered hat and old red shawl Do not appeal to mo. “ You think, no doubt, those (specs’ disguise Your trade, you wicked poacher , You’re after frogs, as I surmise, And here you’re an encroaeher. 11 Be off! Step lively! Fade away! Don't pause your path to pick ! Now, just attend to what 1 say— Move on! and do it quick I” Old Sam Stork smiled, but never stirred, j Quoth he, “Mou may reprove me, I But. if T won t. move on. young bird fc How are you going to move me?” BEES IN THE CLOVER. As through green meadow-lands T pass I I hear a singing in the grass Where bumblebees have found a bed Of fragrant clover, white and rod. No gold, no silver do they bring-, But to each clover blossom sing A song instead of money In payment for sweet honey.

THE BIRDS’ PARTY. Close beside me, by my window, 1 here’s a branch of sycamore, And ori it f place some dainties I-or the birdies I adore. Now stand by me at the window, Let us watch the little thing©. All by aeroplane arriving. That is—by their own wee wings. Air first guest is Air Robur, ■Wearing his bright scarlet rest, A\ Inch he always keeps buttoned ery tight across his chest. And th© next is Aliss Blue-bonnet. Looking very sweet and sliy, AA earing the most charming headdress That in Bird-land eh© could buy. She is proud of her wee bonnet. For the birdies all agree That it’s really quite Parisien,** Well—in fact, “1© dernier cri.” Now the merry little Tom-trt p Full of mischief—see them come. Hopping, popping—they’d remind on® Of dried peas upon a drum. Here come© Art Blackbird, whistling, (I love th© jolly fellow). He’s wearing his dress suit of black And smart top boots of yellow. See! wo© Jenny Wren comes shrl?Liko a little soft brown mouse. She’s renowned throughout all Bird' For her snug and wclMpijlt house. There is Airs Thrush so comely. In her nicely speckled gown. Which ©he constantly has ‘ tailored’* In two pretty shades of brown. Last of all come the Alias Sparrows, In their coats and skirts so plain They will never wear bright colours. Perhaps they think they might grev vain. THE RETURN. Oh. don't you see our neighbours hav. Unlocked their yellow door. And hung the whitest curtains ujj. Where nothing buns before? Coming through the blowy wind?. And through tho April rain, The daisies and the buttercups Are all at home again.