What is lovelier than a pool, With a silver fountain playing, In its midst all crystal cool, Leaping lightly, softly spraying Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle saying To the old stones gray and dark. What is lovelier than a pool summer park!
All the children, drawing near, See its bubbles shining, drittng, Watch its rainbow colours clear Changing swiftly, bright and shifting See its shadows softly sifting, To its fairy music hark.
What is lovelier than a pool Tu a still, green park!
Nancy Byrp Turner.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.