THE STREET MUSICIANS
I
_The donkey._ I am very old.
I am very weak.
I can work no more.
My master will not keep me.
I will run away.
I will go to the city.
I can make music.
I will join a band.
Trot! trot! trot!
II
What is that in the road?
It is an old dog.
What is the matter?
_Dog._ I am very old.
I am very weak.
I cannot hunt.
My master will not keep me.
How can I live?
_Donkey._ Come with me.
You can play the ba.s.s drum.
Join a band.
_Dog._ Good! good! good!
I will go.
_Dog and donkey._ Trot! trot! trot!
III
_Donkey._ What is that in the road?
It is an old cat.
What is the matter, old whiskers?
_Cat._ I am very old.
I am very weak.
I cannot catch mice.
My mistress will not keep me.
How can I live?
_Donkey._ Come with us.
You can sing.
Join a band.
_Cat._ Good! good! good!
I will go.
_All three._ Trot! trot! trot!
IV
_Donkey._ What is that on the gate?
It is a rooster.
What is the matter?
_Rooster._ The cook will kill me.
_Donkey._ Come with us.
You can sing.
Join a band.
_Rooster._ Good! good! good!
I will go.
_All four._ Trot! trot! trot!
THE UNHAPPY PINE TREE
I
I am a little pine tree.
I do not like to be a pine tree.
My leaves are needles.
Needles are not pretty.
I wish I had gold leaves.
II
_In the morning._ Why do the trees look at me?
What has happened?
Gold leaves! Gold leaves!
Just what I wanted!
Good! good! good!
III
_To the robber._ Do not take my leaves.
I want them.
They are beautiful.
Give them back.