Counting by Emilie Poulsson

Emilie Poulsson

Here is the beehive. Where are the bees?

Hidden away where nobody sees.
Soon they come creeping out of the hive—
One!—two!—three! four! five!

Once I saw an ant hill
With no ants about;
So I said, "Dear little ants,
Won't you please come out?"
Then as if the little ants
Had heard my call—
One! two! three! four! five came out!
And that was all!