Why, the Bob White thinks the snowflake is a brother to his song;
    Bye, my little wee one, bye;
  And the chimney sings the sweeter when the wind is blowing strong;
    Bye, my little wee one, bye;
  The granary’s overflowing, full is cellar, crib, and bin,
  The wood has paid its tribute and the ax has ceased its din;
  The winter may not harm you when you’re sheltered safe within;
    So bye, my little wee one, bye.

THE PLACE WHERE THE RAINBOW ENDS

  There’s a fabulous story
  Full of splendor and glory,
    That Arabian legends transcends;
  Of the wealth without measure,
  The coffers of treasure,
    At the place where the rainbow ends.

  Oh, many have sought it,
  And all would have bought it,
    With the blood we so recklessly spend;
  But none has uncovered,
  The gold, nor discovered
    The spot at the rainbow’s end.

  They have sought it in battle,
  And e’en where the rattle
    Of dice with man’s blasphemy blends;
  But howe’er persuasive,
  It still proves evasive,
    This place where the rainbow ends.

  I own for my pleasure,
  I yearn not for treasure,
    Though gold has a power it lends;
  And I have a notion,
  To find without motion,
    The place where the rainbow ends.

  The pot may hold pottage,
  The place be a cottage,
    That a humble contentment defends,
  Only joy fills its coffer,
  But spite of the scoffer,
    There’s the place where the rainbow ends.

  Where care shall be quiet,
  And love shall run riot,
    And I shall find wealth in my friends;
  Then truce to the story,
  Of riches and glory;
    There’s the place where the rainbow ends.

HOPE

  De dog go howlin’ ’long de road,
     De night come shiverin’ down;
  My back is tiahed of its load,
     I cain’t be fu’ f’om town. 
  No mattah ef de way is long,
  My haht is swellin’ wid a song,
     No mattah ‘bout de frownin’ skies,
     I’ll soon be home to see my Lize.

  My shadder staggah on de way,
     It’s monstous col’ to-night;
  But I kin hyeah my honey say
     “W’y bless me if de sight
  O’ you ain’t good fu’ my so’ eyes.” 
  (Dat talk’s dis lak my lady Lize)
     I’s so’y case de way was long
     But Lawd you bring me love an’ song.

  No mattah ef de way is long,
     An’ ef I trimbles so’
  I knows de fiah’s burnin’ strong,
     Behime my Lizy’s do’. 
  An’ daih my res’ an’ joy shell be,
  Whaih my ol’ wife’s awaitin’ me—­
     Why what I keer fu’ stingin’ blas’,
     I see huh windah light at las’.

APPRECIATION

  My muvver’s ist the nicest one
     ’At ever lived wiz folks;
  She lets you have ze mostes’ fun,
     An’ laffs at all your jokes.