SEVEN YEARS OLD.

SEVEN YEARS OLD.
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I am seven years old to-day-
Seven times one are seven;
And Alice is four years older-
Seven and four are eleven.

My lessons are so hard to learn,
So full of figures and words;
The numbers hum in my head like bees,
Or fly away like birds.

The warm, bright sunshine goes to rest,
And so do the birds and bees;
They’re rocked to sleep in the flower bells,
And up in the maple trees.

Seven times two are fourteen-
But I would not be a bee,
Even to sleep in a lily-bell,
Or swing in a maple tree.

Seven times three are twenty-one-
My lesson is learned and said:
I’d rather be mother’s child to-night,
And sleep in my own little bed.