Little brook! Little brook! br You have such a happy look-- br Such a very merry manner, as you swerve and br curve and crook-- br And your ripples, one and one, br Reach each other's hands and run br Like laughing little children in the sun! br br Little brook, sing to me: br Sing about a bumblebee br That tumbled from a lily-bell and grumbled br mumblingly, br Because he wet the film br Of his wings, and had to swim, br While the water-bugs raced round and br laughed at him! br br Little brook-sing a song br Of a leaf that sailed along br Down the golden-braided centre of your current br swift and strong, br And a dragon-fly that lit br On the tilting rim of it, br And rode away and wasn't scared a bit. br br And sing--how oft in glee br Came a truant boy like me, br Who loved to lean and listen to your lilting br melody, br Till the gurgle and refrain br Of your music in his brain br Wrought a happiness as keen to him br as pain.