Little Things :)

"Dear mother," said a little fish, "Is that a worm I see? I'm very hungry, and i wish you'd get the worm for me," "Sweet innocent," the mother cried, And started from her nook." "That worm you see us there to hide The sharpness of a hook." As I have heard, the little trout Was young and foolish too, And presently he ventured out To learn what might be true. Around about the worm he played, With many a longing look, And "Dear me! " to himself he said, "I am sure there is no hook." "I think i'll give one little bite:" And that was what he did, And thus he died in hapless plight  By not doing as he was bid.

    "Come, little Leaves, "said the wind one day. "Come over the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of read and gold; For summer is gone, and the days grow cold." Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering. one and all. O'er the Brown field then they danced and flew, Singing the soft little songs they knew. Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went, Winter had called them, and they were content. Soon,fast asleep on their earthy beds, The snow laid a coverlet over their heads.