Show I Stories of the Street When hen the songbirds northward bound bring brine green grass rass upon the thc ground when the buds spring from the trees and the perfume scented breeze let us know that mat spring Is here It Is then the tho fever ft gets set us and a rainstorm rainstorm how how It frets us Will the ground ever get dry enough so that we can plant our garden Bales Bates of or seeds 11 lay In the house as silently as any mouse Only waiting t till tho tim sun- sun hIne drives away the tIme dreary rain Saturday closed 1 all nil tho schools H Harry ro got out all the tools tool from th the shed sited where through the tho winter the they had laMin laid laM in quiet repose Breakfast over O out we wego wego go into that bright ht balmy air Every ery Everyone one of us gets buy busy oh the neighbors how now they stare Fathers Father's digging n In the garden parden arcen mothers mother's mothers mothers moth moth- ers er's fussing with the time hoe Johnnies Johnnie's rakIng raking raking rak rak- ing up the time yard ranI an on says sas Shed like to Know who Is going oln- oln to tend the time baby while she plants her sweet pea row I IEro Ero Ere the sun lIun sinks In the west all aU are tired enough to rest Gardens Garden's in What a relief There will win be no cause for grief What hat matters m. it if Ie wo are aro sore and o ir cant can't move an any more morel Mother get th the liniment an and rub our weary wean joints Sprint Urn time com comos 8 but hut oneo a l lear year ear blessed be the W. W C G. G CV W V |