EE, here is poor old Tray; To meet my sister May and Now school is o'er at last. Oh! how I love you, Tray, 'Tis true I give you bits Of cake and bread and meat; For faithful, true, and kind He guards our dwelling all the night, WINKLE, twinkle, little star; How I wonder what you are; Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky! When the blazing sun is gone, Then the traveller in the dark In the dark blue sky you keep, As your bright and tiny spark, 32 |