Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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The Happiest Season Spring is the nicest season of all. Much nicer than Summer, Winter or Fall. The little green buds appear on the trees And warmer grows the gentle hreei e. The sap flows fast and the grass grows g reen, The tlowers are the prettiest ever seen; The little birds sit on the trees and sing, The happiest season of all is Spring. Georgina Grier, Form Upper I. Spring Song Spring, yes, lovely Spring is here, Now the sky is once more clear; Birds sing merrily above And all the world seem full of love. Flowers spring above the earth. Children laugh and play with mirth; Trees begin to bud in May And grass grows greener every day. Daffies nodding in the bree:e, Snowdrops growing round the trees; Everything seems free from care Just because Spring ' s in the air. Betty Ward, Form Upper I. The Fairies of England You could see the fairies of England if you only tried, Just shut your eyes and think, and away your thoughts would glide To a little Elfin village watered by the tide And little mushroom houses where from dangers they do hide. Each fairy has a rose-petal skirt, and a peach ' skin coat, The tide is high in Elfland, so each must have a boat Of half a walnut shell, and a large leaf as a sail; But they never go far away, because their boat is frail. They rejoice when the winter comes, and are ever so glad, For they love to float on snow-flakes, it ' s their latest fad To be carried by the wind to another warm land. Where they meet with the Brownies and dance hand in hand. Amy B. Davis, Form II. [ 31 ]

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Flippety and Floppety Two Angora rabbits, who were living in a hutch, Decided that they really didn ' t like it very much. There wasn ' t anything to do, And they were tired of the view. Supposing that we Skippety, Said Floppety to Flippety! All around the wire pe n they hunted till they found A gentle little, pleasant little, hollow in the ground, And wriggled under one by one, And started road ' ward on the run. Well never, never stoppety! Said Flippety to Floppety. By the pretty garden where the salad lettuce grows. Floppy had a hungry little quiver in his nose, Because a nibble now and then Is welcomed by the wisest men — But that is Private Proppity! Said Flippety to Floppety. Once they found a cabbage leaf, and stopped to nibble there, But met an Angry Animal who gave them quite a scare. He didn ' t hesitate to tell He didn ' t like them very well, So, Let ' s make it slippity! Said Floppety to Flippety. Said Floppety to Flippety, That ' s just reminded me. That if we hurry home, we might have bread and milk for tea! I ' d like some milk to sippety, Said Floppety to Flippety. We ' ll drink it every droppity! Said Flippety to Floppety. Patricia Snell, Form Upper I. The First Touch of Spring What do we hear at the first touch of Spring? Why, we hear the gay robins beginning to sing. What do we see at the first touch of Spring? Why, the sweet crocus, whose ' s as gay as a king! The daffodil buds are beginning to come. And the old bumble bee is starting to hum ! The leaves on the trees, where the birdies do sing. Are turning bright green at the first touch of Spring. Marjorie Robinson, Form II. [ 30 1

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Moving Day It ' s moving day for Messrs. Mouse, They ' re trying to find a nice new house. A fire down in Mousieville, Started at their window ' sill. And so, you see, their house burnt down, And now they ' re moving out of town. The babies, three, they carry far Because they haven ' t got a car. They ' ve found a house ! O now what fun ! The moving process has begun. The moving van went out at one, So they could get all needed done. The children play and float their kite While Mrs. hangs up curtains white. And through the winter fierce and ugly, The little mice slept home quite snugly. June and Amy Davis, Forms IIIa ii II. The Royal Scot There is a train called The Royal Scot, From England to Canada it was brought; It had eight cars and an engine bright, And there were thousands of people to see the sight. The cars were wide and fairly long. The engine was black and looked very strong; On the front of the engine there was a light, And I think it could see through the blackest night. Marian Reward, Form Upper I. My Plants I have two plants on my window-sill. And with water every day I fill Their tiny delicate roots. And watch their slender shoots. One ' s bending over as if it were weeping. And sometimes at night I think it ' s sleeping; The other ' s a bright and cheery chap. With a scarlet flower for his cap. They ' re both in pots of a bright red hue. And underneath them are plates of blue. I love my plants, I really do. And you ' d love them if you saw them too. Rosemary Kerr, Form Upper I. I 32 ]