Papa’s Dinner

Through the grassy meadows,
Betty, Kate, and Ray,
Carry papa’s dinner,
While he rakes the hay.

Round about the flowers,
Hums a busy bee,
Busy birds are feeding
Hungry birdies wee.

Busy in the hay-field,
Papa rakes the hay,
Ready for his dinner,
It is high noon-day.

“Hear the roosters crowing,
Twelve o’clock,” says Ray,
“Yes, indeed,” says Katie,
“That is what they say.”

“Papa will be waiting,
Hungry too, I know,
Hurry little brother,
We must not walk slow.”

So they go to papa,
Through the sweet new hay.
When he eats his dinner,
Home again go they.