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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Pinafore Palace, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Pinafore Palace
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: Kate Douglas Wiggin
+ Nora Archibald Smith
+
+Release Date: July 11, 2009 [EBook #29378]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PINAFORE PALACE ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Juliet Sutherland, and the
+Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration: "And sing to the praise of the Doll"]
+
+
+ _CHILDREN'S CRIMSON SERIES_
+
+
+ PINAFORE PALACE
+
+
+ BY
+
+ KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN
+
+ AND
+
+ NORA ARCHIBALD SMITH
+
+
+
+
+
+
+ GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
+
+
+
+
+ _Copyright, 1907, by The McClure Company_
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE
+
+
+TO THE MOTHER
+
+ _"A Court as of angels,
+ A public not to be bribed,
+ Not to be entreated,
+ Not to be overawed."_
+
+_Such is the audience--in long clothes or short frocks, in pinafores
+or kilts, or in the brief trousers that bespeak the budding man--such
+is the crowing, laughing court, the toddling public that awaits these
+verses._
+
+_Every home, large or small, poor or rich, that has a child in it, is
+a Pinafore Palace, and we have borrowed the phrase from one of
+childhood's most whimsical and devoted poets-laureate, thinking no
+other words would so well express our meaning._
+
+_If the two main divisions of the book--"The Royal Baby" and "Little
+Prince and Princess"--should seem to you a trifle sentimental it will
+be because you forget for the moment the gayety and humor of the
+title with its delightful assumptions of regal dignity and state.
+Granted the Palace itself, everything else falls easily into line, and
+if you cannot readily concede the royal birth and bearing of your
+neighbor's child you will see nothing strange in thinking of your own
+nursling as little prince or princess, and so you will be able to
+accept gracefully the sobriquet of Queen Mother, which is yours by the
+same invincible logic!_
+
+_Oh, yes, we allow that instead of being gravely editorial in our
+attitude, we have played with the title, as well as with all the
+sub-titles and classifications, feeling that it was the next
+pleasantest thing to playing with the babies themselves. It was so
+delightful to re-read the well-loved rhymes of our own childhood and
+try to find others worthy to put beside them; so delicious to imagine
+the hundreds of young mothers who would meet their old favorites in
+these particular pages; and so inspiring to think of the thousands of
+new babies whose first hearing of nursery classics would be associated
+with this red-covered volume, that we found ourselves in a joyous mood
+which we hope will be contagious. Nothing is surer than that a certain
+gayety of heart and mind constitute the most wholesome climate for
+young children. "The baby whose mother has not charmed him in his
+cradle with rhyme and song has no enchanting dreams; he is not gay and
+he will never be a great musician," so runs the old Swiss saying._
+
+_Youthful mothers, beautifully and properly serious about their
+strange new duties and responsibilities, need not fear that Mother
+Goose is anything but healthful nonsense. She holds a place all her
+own, and the years that have rolled over her head (some of the rhymes
+going back to the sixteenth century) only give her a firmer footing
+among the immortals. There are no real substitutes for her unique
+rhymes, neither can they be added to nor imitated; for the world
+nowadays is seemingly too sophisticated to frame just this sort of
+merry, light-hearted, irresponsible verse which has mellowed with the
+years. "These ancient rhymes," says Andrew Lang, "are smooth stones
+from the brook of time, worn round by constant friction of tongues
+long silent."_
+
+_Nor is your use of this "light literature of the infant scholar" in
+the nursery without purpose or value. You are developing ear, mind,
+and heart, and laying a foundation for a later love of the best things
+in poetry. Whatever else we may do or leave undone, if we wish to
+widen the spiritual horizon of our children let us not close the
+windows on the emotional and imaginative sides. "There is in every one
+of us a poet whom the man has outlived." Do not let the poetic
+instinct die of inanition; keep it alive in the child by feeding his
+youthful ardor, strengthening his insight, guarding the sensitiveness
+and delicacy of his early impressions, and cherishing the fancies that
+are indeed "the trailing clouds of glory" he brings with him "from God
+who is his home."_
+
+_The rhythm of verse will charm his senses even in his baby days;
+later on he will feel the beauty of some exquisite lyric phrase as
+keenly as you do, for the ear will have been opened and will be
+satisfied only with what is finest and best._
+
+_The second division of the book "Little Prince and Princess" will
+take the children out of the nursery into the garden, the farmyard,
+and the world outside the Palace, where they will meet and play with
+their fellows in an ever-widening circle of social activity. "Baby's
+Hush-a-byes" in cradle or mother's lap will now give place to the
+quiet cribside talks called "The Palace Bed Time" and "The Queen
+Mother's Counsel"; and in the story hour "The Palace Jest-Book" will
+furnish merriment for the youngsters who laughed the year before over
+the simpler nonsense of Mother Goose._
+
+_When the pinafores themselves are cast aside Pinafore Palace will be
+outgrown, and you can find something better suited to the developing
+requirements of the nursery folk in "The Posy Ring." Then the third
+volume in our series--"Golden Numbers"--will give boys and girls from
+ten to fifteen a taste of all the best and soundest poetry suitable to
+their age, and after that they may enter on their full birthright,
+"the rich deposit of the centuries."_
+
+_No greater love for a task nor happiness in doing it, no more ardent
+wish to please a child or meet a mother's need, ever went into a book
+than have been wrought into this volume and its three predecessors. We
+hope that it will find its way into the nurseries where wealth has
+provided every means of ministering to the young child's growth in
+body, mind, and soul; and if some of the Pinafore Palaces should be
+neat little kitchens, what joy it would be to think of certain young
+queen-mothers taking a breath between tasks to sit by the fire and
+read to their royal babies while the bread is baking, the kettle
+boiling, or the potatoes bubbling in the pot._
+
+ _"Where does Pinafore Palace stand?
+ Right in the middle of Lilliput Land."_
+
+_And Lilliput Land is (or ought to be) the freeest country in the
+universe. Its shining gates open wide at dawn, closing only at sunset,
+and toddling pilgrims with eager faces enter and wander about at will.
+Decked in velvet or clad in rags the friendly porter pays no heed, for
+the pinafores hide all class distinctions._
+
+ _"We're bound for Pinafore Palace, sir,"
+ They say to the smiling gatekeeper.
+ "Do we need, if you please, an entrance ticket
+ Before we pass through your magic wicket?"
+ "Oh, no, little Prince and Princess dear,
+ All pinafores freely enter here!"_
+
+ KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+_ACKNOWLEDGMENTS are herewith made to the following publishers for
+permission to include in this volume selections from their copyrighted
+publications:_
+
+_Houghton, Mifflin & Co.: "A Dewdrop" and "Bees," from Little Folk
+Lyrics, by Frank Dempster Sherman; "The Brown Thrush," from Childhood
+Songs, by Lucy Larcom; "Bossy and Daisy," from The Old Garden, by
+Margaret Deland; "Lost," from Poems for Children, by Celia Thaxter;
+"Clothes," "A Music Box," and "Learning to Play," from A Pocketful of
+Posies, by Abbie Farwell Brown._
+
+_Lothrop, Lee & Shepard: "How they Sleep" and "The Darling Birds,"
+from Babyland; "Follow Me," "Annie's Garden," "Good Mooly Cow," "The
+New Moon," "Do You Guess it is I," and "Baby's Birthday," from Little
+Songs, by Eliza Lee Follen; "Who Likes the Rain" and "Spring
+Questions," by Clara Doty Bates; and five poems by Emilie Poulsson as
+follows: "Chickens in Trouble" (Translated from the Norwegian) and "A
+Puppy's Problem," from Through the Farmyard Gate; "The Story of Baby's
+Blanket," "The Story of Baby's Pillow," and "Baby's Breakfast," from
+Child Stories and Rhymes._
+
+_Little, Brown & Company: "The Owl, the Eel and the Warming Pan" and
+"The Difference," from Sundown Songs, by Laura E. Richards_.
+
+_Milton Bradley Company: "The Five Little Fairies," "The Pigeons,"
+"The Barnyard," from Rhymes for Little Hands, by Maud Burnham._
+
+_New England Publishing Company: "Our Mother," from the American
+Primary Teacher._
+
+_Small, Maynard & Company: "Hospitality," "The Child's Star," "Foot
+Soldiers," from Child Verse, by John B. Tabb._
+
+_The Outlook: "Baby's Journey," by Mary F. Butts._
+
+_And our thanks and tribute to the shade of "Mother Goose," beloved
+nurse of all who lisp the English tongue._
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+_PART I_
+
+THE ROYAL BABY
+
+ PAGE
+
+I. BABY'S PLAYS 3
+
+II. BABY'S HUSH-A-BYES 15
+
+III. BABY'S JOURNEYS 21
+
+IV. BABY'S FRIENDS 29
+
+V. NURSERY HEROES AND HEROINES 39
+
+VI. NURSERY NONSENSE 47
+
+VII. NURSERY NOVELS 67
+
+VIII. GUESS-ME-QUICKS 93
+
+IX. GRANDMOTHER'S WISDOM 101
+
+
+_PART II_
+
+LITTLE PRINCE AND PRINCESS
+
+I. THE PALACE PLAYTIME 111
+
+II. THE PALACE GARDEN 125
+
+III. THE PALACE PETS 159
+
+IV. THE PALACE JEST-BOOK 173
+
+V. THE QUEEN-MOTHER'S COUNSEL 205
+
+VI. THE PALACE BED-TIME 219
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+PUBLIC NOTICE.--_This is to state,
+That these are the specimens left at the gate
+Of Pinafore Palace, exact to date,
+In the hands of the porter, Curlypate,
+Who sits in his plush on a chair of state,
+By somebody who is a candidate
+For the Office of Lilliput Laureate._
+
+ _William Brighty Rands._
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+_PART I_
+
+THE ROYAL BABY
+
+I
+
+
+BABY'S PLAYS
+
+ Brow bender,
+ Eye peeper,
+ Nose smeller,
+ Mouth eater,
+ Chin chopper.
+ Knock at the door--peep in,
+ Lift up the latch--walk in.
+
+ Eye winker,
+ Tom Tinker,
+ Nose smeller,
+ Mouth eater,
+ Chin chopper,
+ Chin chopper.
+
+
+ Here sits the Lord Mayor,
+ Here sit his two men,
+ Here sits the cock,
+ And here sits the hen;
+ Here sit the chickens,
+ And here they go in,
+ Chippety, chippety, chippety chin.
+
+
+ Ring the bell!
+ Knock at the door!
+ Lift up the latch!
+ Walk in!
+
+
+ Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
+ So I do, master, as fast as I can:
+ Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
+ Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.
+
+
+ Pease porridge hot,
+ Pease porridge cold,
+ Pease porridge in the pot,
+ Nine days old.
+ Some like it hot,
+ Some like it cold,
+ Some like it in the pot,
+ Nine days old.
+
+
+ Pat it, kiss it,
+ Stroke it, bless it;
+ Three days' sunshine, three days' rain,
+ Little hand all well again.
+
+
+ Warm, hands, warm, daddy's gone to plough;
+ If you want to warm hands, warm hands now.
+
+
+ Clap, clap handies,
+ Mammie's wee, wee ain;
+ Clap, clap handies,
+ Daddie's comin' hame;
+ Hame till his bonny wee bit laddie;
+ Clap, clap handies,
+ My wee, wee ain.
+
+
+ This little pig went to market;
+ This little pig stayed at home;
+ This little pig had roast beef;
+ This little pig had none;
+ This little pig said, "Wee, wee!
+ I can't find my way home."
+
+
+ Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare;
+ But let the little colt go bare.
+
+
+_Foot Soldiers_
+
+ 'Tis all the way to Toe-town,
+ Beyond the Knee-high hill,
+ That Baby has to travel down
+ To see the soldiers drill.
+
+ One, two, three, four, five, a-row--
+ A captain and his men--
+ And on the other side, you know,
+ Are six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
+
+ John B. Tabb.
+
+
+ How many days has my baby to play?
+ Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
+ Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
+ Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
+
+
+ Dance to your daddy,
+ My little babby;
+ Dance to your daddy,
+ My little lamb.
+
+ You shall have a fishy,
+ In a little dishy;
+ You shall have a fishy
+ When the boat comes in.
+
+
+_One, Two_
+
+ One, two,
+ Buckle my shoe;
+
+ Three, four,
+ Knock at the door;
+
+ Five, six,
+ Pick up sticks;
+
+ Seven, eight,
+ Lay them straight;
+
+ Nine, ten,
+ A good fat hen;
+
+ Eleven, twelve,
+ Let them delve;
+
+ Thirteen, fourteen,
+ Maids a-courting;
+
+ Fifteen, sixteen,
+ Maids in the kitchen;
+
+ Seventeen, eighteen,
+ Maids a-waiting;
+
+ Nineteen, twenty,
+ My plate's empty.
+
+
+ Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring;
+ Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;
+ With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,
+ And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!
+
+ Merry have we met, and merry have we been;
+ Merry let us part, and merry meet again;
+ With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
+ And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
+
+
+ Bow-wow-wow!
+ Whose dog art thou?
+ Little Tom Tinker's dog,
+ Bow-wow-wow!
+
+
+ Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!
+ That the miller may grind his corn;
+ That the baker may take it,
+ And into rolls make it,
+ And send us some hot in the morn.
+
+
+_The Difference_
+
+ Eight fingers,
+ Ten toes,
+ Two eyes,
+ And one nose.
+ Baby said
+ When she smelt the rose,
+ "Oh! what a pity
+ I've only one nose!"
+
+ Ten teeth
+ In even rows,
+ Three dimples,
+ And one nose.
+ Baby said
+ When she smelt the snuff,
+ "Deary me!
+ One nose is enough."
+
+Laura E. Richards.
+
+
+_The Five Little Fairies_
+
+_Finger-Play_
+
+ Said this little fairy,
+ "I'm as thirsty as can be!"
+
+ Said this little fairy,
+ "I'm hungry, too! dear me!"
+
+ Said this little fairy,
+ "Who'll tell us where to go?"
+
+ Said this little fairy,
+ "I'm sure that I don't know!"
+
+ Said this little fairy,
+ "Let's brew some Dew-drop Tea!"
+ So they sipped it and ate honey
+ Beneath the maple tree.
+
+ Maud Burnham.
+
+
+_The Pigeons_
+
+ Ten snowy white pigeons are standing in line,
+ On the roof of the barn in the warm sunshine.
+
+ Ten snowy white pigeons fly down to the ground,
+ To eat of the grain that is thrown all around.
+
+ Ten snowy white pigeons soon flutter aloof,
+ And sit in a line on the ridge of the roof.
+
+ Ten pigeons are saying politely, "Thank you!"
+ If you listen, you hear their gentle "Coo-roo!"
+
+ Maud Burnham.
+
+
+_The Barnyard_
+
+ When the Farmer's day is done,
+ In the barnyard, ev'ry one,
+ Beast and bird politely say,
+ "Thank you for my food to-day."
+
+ The cow says, "Moo!"
+ The pigeon, "Coo!"
+ The sheep says, "Baa!"
+ The lamb says, "Maa!"
+ The hen, "Cluck! Cluck!"
+ "Quack!" says the duck;
+
+ The dog, "Bow Wow!"
+ The cat, "Meow!"
+ The horse says, "Neigh!
+ I love sweet hay!"
+ The pig near by,
+ Grunts in his sty.
+
+ When the barn is locked up tight,
+ Then the Farmer says, "Good-night!"
+ Thanks his animals, ev'ry one,
+ For the work that has been done.
+
+ Maud Burnham.
+
+
+
+
+II
+
+BABY'S HUSH-A-BYES
+
+ Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top,
+ When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
+ When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
+ Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.
+
+
+ Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
+ Father's a nobleman, mother's a Queen;
+ Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
+ And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the King.
+
+
+ Bye, baby bunting,
+ Daddy's gone a-hunting,
+ To get a little rabbit-skin,
+ To wrap his baby bunting in.
+
+
+ Hush thee, my babby,
+ Lie still with thy daddy,
+ Thy mammy has gone to the mill,
+ To grind thee some wheat
+ To make thee some meat,
+ And so, my dear babby, lie still.
+
+
+ Sleep, baby, sleep!
+ Thy father watches the sheep;
+ Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree,
+ And down falls a little dream on thee:
+ Sleep, baby, sleep!
+
+ Sleep, baby, sleep!
+ The large stars are the sheep,
+ The wee stars are the lambs, I guess,
+ The fair moon is the shepherdess:
+ Sleep, baby, sleep!
+
+ From the German.
+
+
+ When little Birdie bye-bye goes,
+ Quiet as mice in churches,
+ He puts his head where no-one knows,
+ On one leg he perches.
+
+ When little Babie bye-bye goes,
+ On Mother's arm reposing,
+ Soon he lies beneath the clothes,
+ Safe in the cradle dozing.
+
+ When pretty Pussy goes to sleep,
+ Tail and nose together,
+ Then little mice around her creep,
+ Lightly as a feather.
+
+ When little Babie goes to sleep,
+ And he is very near us,
+ Then on tip-toe softly creep,
+ That Babie may not hear us.
+ Lullaby! Lullaby! Lulla, Lulla, Lullaby!
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+
+
+III
+
+BABY'S JOURNEYS
+
+ Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
+ To see an old lady upon a white horse,
+ Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes.
+ She shall have music wherever she goes.
+
+
+ This is the way the ladies ride;
+ Tri, tre, tre, tree,
+ Tri, tre, tre, tree!
+ This is the way the ladies ride,
+ Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!
+
+ This is the way the gentlemen ride;
+ Gallop-a-trot,
+ Gallop-a-trot!
+ This is the way the gentlemen ride,
+ Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
+
+ This is the way the farmers ride;
+ Hobbledy-hoy,
+ Hobbledy-hoy!
+ This is the way the farmers ride,
+ Hobbledy, hobbledy-hoy!
+
+
+ Ride, baby, ride,
+ Pretty baby shall ride,
+ And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,
+ And a little pussy-cat tied to the other,
+ And away she shall ride
+ To see her grandmother,
+ To see her grandmother,
+ To see her grandmother in London town.
+
+
+ See-saw sacradown,
+ Which is the way to London town?
+ One foot up, the other foot down,
+ That is the way to London town.
+
+
+ To market, to market,
+ To buy a plum bun;
+ Home again, home again,
+ Market is done.
+
+
+ Dance, little baby, dance up high,
+ Never mind, baby, mother is by;
+ Crow and caper, caper and crow,
+ There, little baby, there you go;
+
+ Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
+ Backwards and forwards, round and round;
+ Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,
+ With the merry chorus, ding, ding, ding!
+
+
+ A farmer went trotting
+ Upon his gray mare;
+ Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+ With his daughter behind him,
+ So rosy and fair;
+ Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+ A raven cried "Croak";
+ And they all tumbled down;
+ Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+ The mare broke her knees,
+ And the farmer his crown;
+ Lumpety, lumpety, lump.
+
+ The mischievous raven
+ Flew laughing away;
+ Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+ And vowed he would serve them
+ The same the next day;
+ Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+
+
+ Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
+ And hey, my kitten, my deary!
+ Such a sweet pet as this
+ Was neither far nor neary.
+
+ Here we go up, up, up,
+ And here we go down, down, downy;
+ And here we go backwards and forwards,
+ And here we go round, round, roundy.
+
+
+ Hey diddle, dinkety, poppety, pet,
+ The merchants of London they wear scarlet;
+ Silk in the collar and gold in the hem,
+ So merrily march the merchantmen.
+
+
+_Rhymes About a Little Woman_
+
+ This is the way the ladies ride--
+ Saddle-a-side, saddle-a-side!
+
+ This is the way the gentlemen ride--
+ Sitting astride, sitting astride!
+
+ This is the way the grandmothers ride--
+ Bundled and tied, bundled and tied!
+
+ This is the way the babykins ride--
+ Snuggled inside, snuggled inside!
+
+ This is the way when they are late,
+ They _all_ fly over a five-barred gate.
+
+William Canton.
+
+
+ Every evening Baby goes
+ Trot, trot, to town--
+ Across the river, through the fields,
+ Up hill and down.
+
+ Trot, trot, the Baby goes,
+ Up hill and down,
+ To buy a feather for her hat,
+ To buy a woolen gown.
+
+ Trot, trot, the Baby goes;
+ The birds fly down, alack!
+ "You cannot have our feathers, dear,"
+ They say; "so please trot back."
+
+ Trot, trot, the Baby goes;
+ The lambs come bleating near.
+ "You cannot have our wool," they say;
+ "But we are sorry, dear."
+
+ Trot, trot, the Baby goes,
+ Trot, trot, to town.
+ She buys a red rose for her hat,
+ She buys a cotton gown.
+
+ Mary F. Butts.
+
+
+
+
+IV
+
+BABY'S FRIENDS
+
+ Mary had a pretty bird,
+ Feathers bright and yellow,
+ Slender legs; upon my word,
+ He was a pretty fellow.
+
+ The sweetest notes he always sang,
+ Which much delighted Mary;
+ And near the cage she'd often sit,
+ To hear her own Canary.
+
+
+ Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home,
+ Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone:
+ All but one whose name is Ann,
+ And she crept under the pudding-pan.
+
+
+ There was a little nobby colt,
+ His name was Nobby Gray;
+ His head was made of pouce straw,
+ His tail was made of hay.
+ He could ramble, he could trot,
+ He could carry a mustard-pot
+ Round the town of Woodstock,
+ Hey, Jenny, hey!
+
+
+ The north wind doth blow,
+ And we shall have snow,
+ And what will the robin do then,
+ Poor thing?
+
+ He'll sit in a barn,
+ And keep himself warm,
+ And hide his head under his wing,
+ Poor thing!
+
+
+ I had a little pony,
+ His name was Dapple-gray,
+ I lent him to a lady,
+ To ride a mile away;
+ She whipped him, she lashed him,
+ She rode him through the mire;
+ I would not lend my pony now
+ For all the lady's hire.
+
+
+ I had a little doggy that used to sit and beg;
+ But Doggy tumbled down the stairs and broke his little leg.
+ Oh! Doggy, I will nurse you, and try to make you well,
+ And you shall have a collar with a little silver bell.
+
+ Ah! Doggy, don't you think you should very faithful be,
+ For having such a loving friend to comfort you as me?
+ And when your leg is better, and you can run and play,
+ We'll have a scamper in the fields and see them making hay.
+
+ But, Doggy, you must promise (and mind your word you keep)
+ Not once to tease the little lambs, or run among the sheep;
+ And then the little yellow chicks that play upon the grass,
+ You must not even wag your tail to scare them as you pass.
+
+
+ Pussy sits beside the fire--
+ How can she be fair?
+ In comes little puppy-dog:
+ "Pussy, are you there?
+ So, so, Mistress Pussy,
+ Pray how do you do?"
+ "Thank you, thank you, little dog,
+ I'm very well just now."
+
+
+ Baa, baa, black sheep,
+ Have you any wool?
+ Yes, marry, have I,
+ Three bags full:
+
+ One for my master,
+ One for my dame,
+ And one for the little boy
+ Who lives in the lane.
+
+
+ Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
+ Where have you been?
+ I've been to London
+ To look at the Queen
+ Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
+ What did you there?
+ I frightened a little mouse
+ Under her chair.
+
+
+ Six little mice sat down to spin.
+ Pussy passed by, and she peeped in.
+ "What are you at, my little men?"
+ "Making coats for gentlemen."
+ "Shall I come in and bite off your threads?"
+ "No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll snip off our heads."
+ "Oh, no, I'll not, I'll help you to spin."
+ "That may be so, but you don't come in!"
+
+
+ Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
+ Up went pussy-cat, and down went he;
+ Down came pussy-cat, and away Robin ran;
+ Said little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."
+
+ Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall,
+ Pussy-cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall;
+ Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did pussy say?
+ Pussy-cat said naught but "Mew," and Robin flew away.
+
+
+ Cushy, cow bonny, let down thy milk,
+ And I will give thee a gown of silk:
+ A gown of silk and a silver tee,
+ If thou wilt let down thy milk to me.
+
+
+ Betty Pringle had a little pig,
+ Not very little and not very big,
+ When he was alive he lived in clover,
+ But now he's dead, and that's all over.
+ So Billy Pringle he lay down and cried,
+ And Betty Pringle she lay down and died;
+
+ So there was an end of one, two, and three:
+ Billy Pringle he,
+ Betty Pringle she,
+ And the piggy wigg_ee_.
+
+
+ Come hither, sweet Robin,
+ And be not afraid,
+ I would not hurt even a feather;
+ Come hither, sweet Robin,
+ And pick up some bread,
+ To feed you this very cold weather.
+
+ I don't mean to frighten you,
+ Poor little thing,
+ And pussy-cat is not behind me;
+ So hop about pretty,
+ And drop down your wing,
+ And pick up some crumbs, and don't mind me.
+
+
+_Baby's Breakfast_
+
+ Baby wants his breakfast,
+ Oh! what shall I do?
+ Said the cow, "I'll give him
+ Nice fresh milk--moo-_oo_!"
+
+ Said the hen "Cut-_dah_ cut!
+ I have laid an egg
+ For the Baby's breakfast--
+ Take it now, I beg!"
+
+ And the buzzing bee said,
+ "Here is honey sweet.
+ Don't you think the Baby
+ Would like that to eat?"
+
+ Then the baker kindly
+ Brought the Baby's bread.
+ "Breakfast is all ready,"
+ Baby's mother said;
+
+ "But before the Baby
+ Eats his dainty food,
+ Will he not say 'Thank you!'
+ To his friends so good?"
+
+ Then the bonny Baby
+ Laughed and laughed away.
+ That was all the "Thank you"
+ He knew how to say.
+
+ Emilie Poulsson.
+
+
+
+
+V
+
+NURSERY HEROES AND HEROINES
+
+ Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,
+ Silver buckles on his knee;
+ He'll come back and marry me,
+ Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
+
+ Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,
+ Combing down his yellow hair;
+ He's my love for evermair,
+ Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
+
+
+ Tom, he was a piper's son,
+ He learned to play when he was young,
+ And all the tune that he could play
+ Was, "Over the hills and far away,"
+ Over the hills, and a great way off,
+ The wind will blow my top-knot off.
+
+ Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise
+ That he well pleased both the girls and boys,
+ And they always stopped to hear him play
+ "Over the hills and far away."
+
+
+Jack Horner
+
+ Jack Horner was a pretty lad,
+ Near London he did dwell;
+ His father's heart he made full glad,
+ His mother loved him well.
+
+ While little Jack was sweet and young,
+ If he by chance should cry,
+ His mother pretty sonnets sung,
+ With a lul-la-lul-la-by,
+
+ With such a dainty curious tone,
+ As Jack sat on her knee,
+ That soon, ere he could go alone,
+ He sang as well as she.
+
+ A pretty boy of curious wit,
+ All people spoke his praise,
+ And in the corner he would sit
+ In Christmas holidays.
+
+ When friends they did together meet,
+ To pass away the time--
+ Why, little Jack, be sure, would eat
+ His Christmas pie in rhyme.
+
+ He said, "Jack Horner, in the corner,
+ Eats good Christmas pie,
+ And with his thumbs pulls out the plums,
+ And says, 'Good boy am I!'"
+
+
+ Little Tom Tucker
+ Sings for his supper;
+ What shall he eat?
+ White bread and butter.
+
+ How shall he cut it
+ Without e'er a knife?
+ How shall he be married
+ Without e'er a wife?
+
+
+ Simple Simon met a pieman,
+ Going to the fair;
+ Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+ "Let me taste your ware."
+
+ Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
+ "Show me first your penny."
+ Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+ "Indeed I have not any."
+
+ Simple Simon went a-fishing
+ For to catch a whale;
+ But all the water he could find
+ Was in his mother's pail!
+
+
+ Jack and Jill went up the hill,
+ To fetch a pail of water;
+ Jack fell down, and broke his crown,
+ And Jill came tumbling after.
+
+ Up Jack got and home did trot
+ As fast as he could caper;
+ Went to bed to mend his head
+ With vinegar and brown paper.
+
+ Jill came in and she did grin,
+ To see his paper plaster.
+ Mother, vexed, did whip her next,
+ For causing Jack's disaster.
+
+
+ Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
+ The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
+ Where's the boy that looks after the sheep?
+ He's under the haycock, fast asleep.
+
+
+ Little Miss Muffet,
+ She sat on a tuffet,
+ Eating of curds and whey;
+ There came a great spider,
+ And sat down beside her,
+ Which frightened Miss Muffet away.
+
+
+ Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
+ Kitty Fisher found it;
+ But never a penny was there in't
+ Except the binding round it.
+
+
+ My maid Mary
+ She minds her dairy,
+ While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn.
+ Merrily run the reel
+ And the little spinning-wheel
+ While I am singing and mowing my corn.
+
+
+ Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
+ They were two bonny lasses:
+ They built their house upon the lea,
+ And covered it with rushes.
+
+ Bessy kept the garden gate,
+ And Mary kept the pantry;
+ Bessy always had to wait,
+ While Mary lived in plenty.
+
+
+ Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
+ How does your garden grow?
+ With cockle-shells and silver bells
+ And pretty girls all of a-row.
+
+
+ Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
+ Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine,
+ But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
+ And feast upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
+
+
+ Old King Cole
+ Was a merry old soul,
+ And a merry old soul was he;
+ He called for his pipe,
+ And he called for his bowl,
+ And he called for his fiddlers three.
+
+ Every fiddler he had a fine fiddle,
+ And a very fine fiddle had he;
+ "Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee," went the fiddlers.
+ Oh, there's none so rare,
+ As can compare
+ With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
+
+
+ There was an old woman went up in a basket
+ Seventy times as high as the moon;
+ And where she was going, I could not but ask it,
+ For under her arm she carried a broom.
+ "Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,
+ "Whither, O whither, O whither so high?"
+ "I'm sweeping the cobwebs off the sky!"
+ "Shall I go with thee?" "Ay, by and by."
+
+
+
+
+VI
+
+NURSERY NONSENSE
+
+ Old Mother Goose, when
+ She wanted to wander,
+ Would ride through the air
+ On a very fine gander.
+
+ Mother Goose had a house,
+ 'T was built in a wood,
+ Where an owl at the door
+ For sentinel stood.
+
+ She had a son Jack,
+ A plain-looking lad;
+ He was not very good,
+ Nor yet very bad.
+
+ She sent him to market,
+ A live goose he bought:
+ "Here! mother," says he,
+ "It will not go for nought."
+
+ Jack's goose and her gander
+ Grew very fond;
+ They'd both eat together,
+ Or swim in one pond.
+
+ Jack found one morning,
+ As I have been told,
+ His goose had laid him
+ An egg of pure gold.
+
+ Jack rode to his mother,
+ The news for to tell.
+ She called him a good boy,
+ And said it was well.
+
+
+ Goosey, goosey, gander,
+ Where shall I wander?
+ Upstairs, downstairs,
+ And in my lady's chamber.
+ There I met an old man
+ Who would not say his prayers;
+ I took him by the left leg,
+ And threw him downstairs.
+
+
+ I'll tell you a story
+ About Mary Morey,
+ And now my story's begun.
+ I'll tell you another
+ About her brother,
+ And now my story's done.
+
+
+ The lion and the unicorn
+ Were fighting for the crown;
+ The lion beat the unicorn
+ All round about the town.
+ Some gave them white bread,
+ Some gave them brown,
+ Some gave them plum-cake,
+ And sent them out of town.
+
+
+ Three wise men of Gotham,
+ Went to sea in a bowl;
+ If the bowl had been stronger,
+ My song had been longer.
+
+
+ There was a crooked man,
+ And he went a crooked mile,
+ He found a crooked sixpence
+ Upon a crooked stile:
+ He bought a crooked cat,
+ That caught a crooked mouse--
+ And they all lived together
+ In a little crooked house.
+
+
+ Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot,
+ When is your wedding? for I'll come to't.
+ The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake,
+ Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late.
+
+
+ There was a man in our town,
+ And he was wondrous wise,
+ He jumped into a bramble bush,
+ And scratched out both his eyes;
+ But when he saw his eyes were out,
+ With all his might and main,
+ He jumped into another bush,
+ And scratched 'em in again.
+
+
+ Solomon Grundy,
+ Born on a Monday,
+ Christened on Tuesday,
+ Married on Wednesday,
+ Took ill on Thursday,
+ Worse on Friday,
+ Died on Saturday.
+ Buried on Sunday,
+ This is the end
+ Of Solomon Grundy!
+
+
+ Hey! diddle diddle,
+ The cat and the fiddle,
+ The cow jumped over the moon;
+ The little dog laughed
+ To see such sport,
+ While the dish ran away with the spoon.
+
+
+ What are little boys made of, made of?
+ What are little boys made of?
+ Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails;
+ And that's what little boys are made of, made of.
+
+ What are little girls made of, made of?
+ What are little girls made of?
+ Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;
+ And that's what little girls are made of, made of.
+
+
+ "Come hither, little puppy-dog,
+ I'll give you a new collar,
+ If you will learn to read your book,
+ And be a clever scholar."
+ "No! no!" replied the puppy-dog,
+ "I've other fish to fry;
+ For I must learn to guard your house,
+ And bark when thieves come nigh."
+
+ With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+ Robin knows great A,
+ And B, and C, and D, and E,
+ F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+ "Come hither, pretty cockatoo,
+ Come and learn your letters;
+ And you shall have a knife and fork
+ To eat with, like your betters."
+
+ "No! no!" the cockatoo replied,
+ "My beak will do as well;
+ I'd rather eat my victuals thus
+ Than go and learn to spell."
+
+ With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+ Robin knows great A,
+ And B, and C, and D, and E,
+ F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+ "Come hither, little pussy-cat,
+ If you'll your grammar study,
+ I'll give you silver clogs to wear,
+ Whene'er the gutter's muddy."
+ "No! whilst I grammar learn," says puss,
+ "Your house will in a trice
+ Be overrun from top to toe,
+ With flocks of rats and mice."
+
+ With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+ Robin knows great A,
+ And B, and C, and D, and E,
+ F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+ "Come hither, then, good little boy,
+ And learn your alphabet,
+ And you a pair of boots and spurs,
+ Like your papa's, shall get."
+
+ "Oh yes! I'll learn my alphabet,
+ And when I've learned to read,
+ Perhaps papa will give me, too,
+ A pretty long-tailed steed."
+
+ With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+ Robin knows great A,
+ And B, and C, and D, and E,
+ F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+
+ Peter White will ne'er go right:
+ Would you know the reason why?
+ He follows his nose where'er he goes,
+ And that stands all awry.
+
+
+ The man in the moon
+ Came down too soon,
+ And asked his way to Norwich:
+ He went by the south,
+ And burnt his mouth
+ With eating cold plum-porridge.
+
+
+ Dear, dear! what can the matter be?
+ Two old women got up in an apple-tree;
+ One came down,
+ And the other stayed up till Saturday.
+
+
+ Upon a great black horse-ily
+ A man came riding cross-ily;
+ A lady out did come-ily,
+ Said she, "No one's at home-ily,
+
+ "But only little people-y,
+ Who've gone to bed to sleep-ily."
+ The rider on his horse-ily
+ Said to the lady, cross-ily,
+
+ "But are they bad or good-ily?
+ I want it understood-ily."
+ "Oh, they act bad and bold-ily,
+ And don't do what they're told-ily."
+
+ "Good-by!" said he, "dear Ma'am-ily,
+ I've nothing for your family."
+ And scampered off like mouse-ily
+ Away, way from the house-ily.
+
+ "Mother Goose from Germany."
+
+
+_The Rabbits_
+
+ Between the hill and the brook, ook, ook,
+ Two rabbits sat in the sun, O!
+ And there they ate the green, green grass,
+ Till all the grass was gone, O!
+
+ And when they had eaten enough, nough, nough,
+ They sat down to have a talk, O!
+ When there came a man with a gun, gun, gun,
+ And fired at them over the walk, O!
+
+ But when they found they were sound, ound, ound,
+ Nor hurt by the gun, gun, gun, O!
+ They picked themselves up from the ground, ound, ound,
+ And scampered away like fun, O!
+
+ "Mother Goose from Germany."
+
+
+ The King of France, and four thousand men,
+ They drew their swords, and put them up again.
+
+
+ Hickory, dickory, dock,
+ The mouse ran up the clock;
+ The clock struck one,
+ The mouse ran down,
+ Hickory, dickory, dock.
+
+
+ A cat came fiddling
+ Out of a barn,
+ With a pair of bagpipes
+ Under her arm;
+
+ She could sing nothing
+ But fiddle cum fee,
+ The mouse has married
+ The bumble-bee;
+ Pipe, cat; dance, mouse:
+ We'll have a wedding
+ At our good house.
+
+
+ There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
+ She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
+ She gave them some broth without any bread,
+ She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
+
+
+ There were two birds sat on a stone,
+ Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
+ One flew away, and then there was one,
+ Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
+ The other flew after,
+ And then there was none,
+ Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
+ And so the poor stone
+ Was left all alone,
+ Fa, la, la, la, lal, de.
+
+
+ If all the seas were one sea,
+ What a _great_ sea that would be!
+ And if all the trees were one tree,
+ What a _great_ tree that would be!
+ And if all the axes were one axe,
+ What a _great_ axe that would be!
+ And if all the men were one man,
+ What a _great_ man he would be!
+ And if the _great_ man took the _great_ axe,
+ And cut down the _great_ tree,
+ And let it fall into the _great_ sea,
+ What a splish splash _that_ would be!
+
+
+ As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
+ Were walking out one Sunday,
+ Said Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
+ "To-morrow will be Monday."
+
+
+ Three children sliding on the ice
+ Upon a summer's day,
+ As it fell out they all fell in,
+ The rest they ran away.
+
+ Now had these children been at home,
+ Or sliding on dry ground,
+ Ten thousand pounds to one penny
+ They had not all been drowned.
+
+ Ye parents all, that children have,
+ And ye that eke have none,
+ If you would keep them from the grave,
+ Pray make them stay at home.
+
+
+ One misty, moisty morning,
+ When cloudy was the weather,
+ I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.
+ He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
+ How do you do, and how do you do?
+ And how do you do again?
+
+
+ Brave news is come to town;
+ Brave news is carried;
+ Brave news is come to town--
+ Jemmy Dawson's married.
+
+ First he got a porridge-pot,
+ Then he bought a ladle;
+ Then he got a wife and child,
+ And then he bought a cradle.
+
+
+ There was an old man,
+ And he had a calf,
+ And that's half;
+
+ He took him out of the stall,
+ And tied him to the wall,
+ And that's all.
+
+
+ The man in the wilderness asked me,
+ How many strawberries grew in the sea?
+ I answered him as I thought good,
+ As many as red herrings grew in the wood.
+
+
+ If all the world were apple-pie,
+ And all the sea were ink,
+ And all the trees were bread and cheese,
+ What should we have for drink?
+
+
+ (_First child_). 1. I am a gold lock.
+
+ (_Second child._) 2. I am a gold key.
+
+ 1. I am a silver lock.
+
+ 2. I am a silver key.
+
+ 1. I am a brass lock.
+
+ 2. I am a brass key.
+
+ 1. I am a lead lock.
+
+ 2. I am a lead key.
+
+ 1. I am a monk lock.
+
+ 2. I am a monk key.
+
+
+ (_First child._) 1. I went up one pair of stairs.
+
+ (_Second child._) 2. Just like me.
+
+ 1. I went up two pair of stairs.
+
+ 2. Just like me.
+
+ 1. I went into a room.
+
+ 2. Just like me.
+
+ 1. I looked out of a window.
+
+ 2. Just like me.
+
+ 1. And there I saw a monkey.
+
+ 2. Just like me.
+
+
+ Girls and boys, come out to play,
+ The moon doth shine as bright as day;
+ Leave your supper and leave your sleep,
+ And come with your playfellows into the street.
+ Come with a whoop, come with a call,
+ Come with a good will or not at all.
+ Up the ladder and down the wall,
+ A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
+ You find milk, and I'll find flour,
+ And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.
+
+
+ Gay go up and gay go down,
+ To ring the bells of London town.
+
+ "Bull's eyes and targets,"
+ Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.
+
+ "Brickbats and tiles,"
+ Say the bells of St. Giles'.
+
+ "Halfpence and farthings,"
+ Say the bells of St. Martin's.
+
+ "Oranges and lemons,"
+ Say the bells of St. Clement's.
+
+ "Pancakes and fritters,"
+ Say the bells of St. Peter's.
+
+ "Two sticks and an apple,"
+ Say the bells at Whitechapel.
+
+ "Old Father Baldpate,"
+ Say the slow bells at Aldgate.
+
+ "You owe me ten shillings,"
+ Say the bells at St. Helen's.
+
+ "Pokers and tongs,"
+ Say the bells at St. John's.
+
+ "Kettles and pans,"
+ Say the bells at St. Ann's.
+
+ "When will you pay me?"
+ Say the bells of Old Bailey.
+
+ "When I grow rich,"
+ Say the bells of Shoreditch.
+
+ "Pray when will that be?"
+ Say the bells of Stepney.
+
+ "I'm sure I don't know,"
+ Says the great bell at Bow.
+
+
+ I saw a ship a-sailing,
+ A-sailing on the sea;
+ And it was full of pretty things
+ For baby and for me.
+
+ There were sweetmeats in the cabin,
+ And apples in the hold;
+ The sails were made of silk,
+ And the masts were made of gold.
+
+ The four-and-twenty sailors
+ That stood between the decks,
+ Were four-and-twenty white mice,
+ With chains about their necks.
+
+ The captain was a duck,
+ With a packet on his back;
+ And when the ship began to move,
+ The captain cried, "Quack, quack!"
+
+
+ There was a butcher cut his thumb,
+ When it did bleed, then blood did come.
+
+ There was a chandler making candle,
+ When he them stript, he did them handle.
+
+ There was a cobbler clouting shoon,
+ When they mended, they were done.
+
+ There was a crow sat on a stone,
+ When he was gone, then there was none.
+
+ There was a horse going to the mill,
+ When he went on, he stood not still.
+
+ There was a lackey ran a race,
+ When he ran fast, he ran apace.
+
+ There was a monkey climbed a tree,
+ When he fell down, then down fell he.
+
+ There was a navy went into Spain,
+ When it return'd, it came again.
+
+ There was an old woman lived under a hill,
+ And if she's not gone, she lives there still.
+
+
+
+
+VII
+
+NURSERY NOVELS
+
+
+_The Courtship, Merry Marriage, and Picnic Dinner of Cock Robin
+and Jenny Wren_
+
+ It was a merry time
+ When Jenny Wren was young,
+ So neatly as she danced,
+ And so sweetly as she sung,
+ Robin Redbreast lost his heart:
+ He was a gallant bird;
+ He doft his hat to Jenny,
+ And thus to her he said:--
+
+ "My dearest Jenny Wren,
+ If you will but be mine,
+ You shall dine on cherry pie,
+ And drink nice currant wine.
+ I'll dress you like a Goldfinch,
+ Or like a Peacock gay;
+ So if you'll have me, Jenny,
+ Let us appoint the day."
+
+ Jenny blushed behind her fan,
+ And thus declared her mind:
+ "Then let it be to-morrow, Bob,
+ I take your offer kind--
+ Cherry pie is very good!
+ So is currant wine!
+ But I will wear my brown gown,
+ And never dress too fine."
+
+ Robin rose up early
+ At the break of day;
+ He flew to Jenny Wren's house,
+ To sing a roundelay.
+ He met the Cock and Hen,
+ And bid the Cock declare,
+ This was his wedding-day
+ With Jenny Wren, the fair.
+
+ The Cock then blew his horn,
+ To let the neighbors know,
+ This was Robin's wedding-day,
+ And they might see the show.
+ And first came parson Rook,
+ With his spectacles and band,
+ And one of _Mother Hubbard's_ books
+ He held within his hand.
+
+ Then followed him the Lark,
+ For he could sweetly sing,
+ And he was to be clerk
+ At Cock Robin's wedding.
+ He sung of Robin's love
+ For little Jenny Wren;
+ And when he came unto the end,
+ Then he began again.
+
+ Then came the bride and bridegroom;
+ Quite plainly was she dressed,
+ And blushed so much, her cheeks were
+ As red as Robin's breast.
+ But Robin cheered her up;
+ "My pretty Jen," said he,
+ "We're going to be married
+ And happy we shall be."
+
+ The Goldfinch came on next,
+ To give away the bride;
+ The Linnet, being bride's maid,
+ Walked by Jenny's side;
+ And, as she was a-walking,
+ She said, "Upon my word,
+ I think that your Cock Robin
+ Is a very pretty bird."
+
+ The Bulfinch walked by Robin,
+ And thus to him did say,
+ "Pray, mark, friend Robin Redbreast,
+ That Goldfinch, dressed so gay;
+ What though her gay apparel
+ Becomes her very well,
+ Yet Jenny's modest dress and look
+ Must bear away the bell."
+
+ The Blackbird and the Thrush,
+ And charming Nightingale,
+ Whose sweet jug sweetly echoes
+ Through every grove and dale;
+ The Sparrow and Tom Tit,
+ And many more, were there:
+ All came to see the wedding
+ Of Jenny Wren, the fair.
+
+ "O then," says parson Rook,
+ "Who gives this maid away?"
+ "I do," says the Goldfinch,
+ "And her fortune I will pay:
+ Here's a bag of grain of many sorts,
+ And other things beside;
+ Now happy be the bridegroom,
+ And happy be the bride!"
+
+ "And will you have her, Robin,
+ To be your wedded wife?"
+ "Yes, I will," says Robin,
+ "And love her all my life."
+ "And will you have him, Jenny,
+ Your husband now to be?"
+ "Yes, I will," says Jenny,
+ "And love him heartily."
+
+ Then on her finger fair
+ Cock Robin put the ring;
+ "You're married now," says Parson Rook,
+ While the Lark aloud did sing:
+ "Happy be the bridegroom,
+ And happy be the bride!
+ And may not man, nor bird, nor beast,
+ This happy pair divide."
+
+ The birds were asked to dine;
+ Not Jenny's friends alone,
+ But every pretty songster
+ That had Cock Robin known.
+ They had a cherry pie,
+ Beside some currant wine,
+ And every guest brought something,
+ That sumptuous they might dine.
+
+ Now they all sat or stood
+ To eat and to drink;
+ And every one said what
+ He happened to think;
+ They each took a bumper,
+ And drank to the pair:
+ Cock Robin, the bridegroom,
+ And Jenny Wren, the fair.
+
+ The dinner-things removed,
+ They all began to sing;
+ And soon they made the place
+ Near a mile round to ring.
+ The concert it was fine;
+ And every bird tried
+ Who best could sing for Robin
+ And Jenny Wren, the bride.
+
+ Then in came the Cuckoo,
+ And he made a great rout;
+ He caught hold of Jenny,
+ And pulled her about.
+ Cock Robin was angry,
+ And so was the Sparrow,
+ Who fetched in a hurry
+ His bow and his arrow.
+
+ His aim then he took,
+ But he took it not right;
+ His skill was not good,
+ Or he shot in a fright;
+ For the Cuckoo he missed,
+ But Cock Robin killed!--
+ And all the birds mourned
+ That his blood was so spilled,
+
+
+_The Death and Burial of Cock Robin_
+
+ Who killed Cock Robin?
+ "I," said the Sparrow,
+ "With my bow and arrow,
+ I killed Cock Robin."
+
+ Who saw him die?
+ "I," said the Fly,
+ "With my little eye,
+ I saw him die."
+
+ Who caught his blood?
+ "I," said the Fish,
+ "With my little dish,
+ I caught his blood."
+
+ Who'll make his shroud?
+ "I," said the Beetle,
+ "With my thread and needle,
+ I'll make his shroud."
+
+ Who'll bear the torch?
+ "I," said the Linnet,
+ "I'll come in a minute,
+ I'll bear the torch."
+
+ Who'll be the clerk?
+ "I," said the Lark,
+ "I'll say Amen in the dark;
+ I'll be the clerk."
+
+ Who'll dig his grave?
+ "I," said the Owl,
+ "With my spade and trowel,
+ I'll dig his grave."
+
+ Who'll be the parson?
+ "I," said the Rook,
+ "With my little book,
+ I'll be the parson."
+
+ Who'll be chief mourner?
+ "I," said the Dove,
+ "I mourn for my love;
+ I'll be chief mourner."
+
+ Who'll sing his dirge?
+ "I," said the Thrush,
+ "As I sing in a bush,
+ I'll sing his dirge."
+
+ Who'll bear the pall?
+ "We," said the Wren,
+ Both the Cock and the Hen;
+ "We'll bear the pall."
+
+ Who'll carry his coffin?
+ "I," said the Kite,
+ "If it be in the night,
+ I'll carry his coffin."
+
+ Who'll toll the bell?
+ "I," said the Bull,
+ "Because I can pull,
+ I'll toll the bell."
+
+ All the birds of the air
+ Fell to sighing and sobbing
+ When they heard the bell toll
+ For poor Cock Robin.
+
+
+ My dear, do you know,
+ How a long time ago,
+ Two poor little children,
+ Whose names I don't know,
+ Were stolen away on a fine summer's day,
+ And left in a wood, as I've heard people say.
+
+ And when it was night,
+ So sad was their plight!
+ The sun it went down,
+ And the moon gave no light!
+ They sobbed and they sighed, and they bitterly cried,
+ And the poor little things, they lay down and died.
+
+ And when they were dead,
+ The robins so red,
+ Brought strawberry-leaves
+ And over them spread;
+ And all the day long,
+ They sung them this song:
+ "Poor babes in the wood! Poor babes in the wood!
+ Oh don't you remember the babes in the wood?"
+
+
+ The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
+ All on a summer's day;
+ The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts,
+ And took them clean away.
+
+ The King of Hearts called for the tarts,
+ And beat the Knave full sore;
+ The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts,
+ And vowed he'd steal no more.
+
+
+ A little boy and a little girl
+ Lived in an alley;
+ Said the little boy to the little girl,
+ "Shall I, oh! shall I?"
+
+ Said the little girl to the little boy,
+ "What will you do?"
+ Said the little boy to the little girl,
+ "I will kiss you."
+
+
+ When good King Arthur ruled this land,
+ He was a goodly king;
+ He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
+ To make a bag-pudding.
+
+ A bag-pudding the king did make,
+ And stuff'd it well with plums:
+ And in it put great lumps of fat,
+ As big as my two thumbs.
+
+ The king and queen did eat thereof,
+ And noblemen beside;
+ And what they could not eat that night,
+ The queen next morning fried.
+
+
+ "Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?"
+ "Down in the meadow to milk my cow."
+ "Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now;
+ When I send for thee, then come thou."
+
+
+ Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
+ His wife could eat no lean;
+ And so, betwixt them both, you see,
+ They licked the platter clean.
+
+
+ Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
+ Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
+ He put her in a pumpkin shell
+ And then he kept her very well.
+
+
+ The little priest of Felton,
+ The little priest of Felton,
+ He kill'd a mouse within his house,
+ And ne'er a one to help him.
+
+
+ Ding, dong, bell,
+ Pussy's in the well!
+ Who put her in?--
+ Little Tommy Lin.
+
+ Who pulled her out?--
+ Big John Strout.
+ What a naughty boy was that
+ To drown poor pussy-cat,
+ Who never did him any harm,
+ But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.
+
+
+ When I was a bachelor
+ I lived by myself;
+ And all the bread and cheese I got
+ I put upon the shelf.
+
+ The rats and the mice
+ They made such a strife,
+ I was forced to go to London
+ To buy me a wife.
+
+ The streets were so bad,
+ And the lanes were so narrow,
+ I was forced to bring my wife home
+ In a wheelbarrow.
+
+ The wheelbarrow broke,
+ And my wife had a fall,
+ Down came wheelbarrow,
+ Little wife and all.
+
+
+ I had a little husband,
+ No bigger than my thumb;
+ I put him in a pint-pot,
+ And there I bade him drum.
+
+ I bought a little horse,
+ That galloped up and down;
+ I bridled him, and saddled him,
+ And sent him out of town.
+
+ I gave him little garters,
+ To garter up his hose,
+ And a little handkerchief,
+ To wipe his little nose.
+
+
+ Sing a song of sixpence,
+ A pocket full of rye;
+ Four-and-twenty blackbirds
+ Baked in a pie;
+
+ When the pie was opened
+ The birds began to sing;
+ Was not that a dainty dish
+ To set before the King?
+
+ The King was in his counting-house,
+ Counting out his money;
+ The Queen was in the parlour,
+ Eating bread and honey;
+
+ The maid was in the garden
+ Hanging out the clothes;
+ When up came a blackbird,
+ And nipped off her nose.
+
+
+ Little Bo-peep, she lost her sheep,
+ And can't tell where to find them;
+ Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
+ And bring their tails behind them.
+
+ Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
+ And dreamed she heard them bleating;
+ When she awoke she found it a joke,
+ For they still were all fleeting.
+
+ Then up she took her little crook,
+ Determined for to find them;
+ She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
+ For they'd left their tails behind them!
+
+ It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray,
+ Unto a meadow hard by--
+ There she espied their tails side by side,
+ All hung on a tree to dry.
+
+ She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
+ And over the hillocks she raced;
+ And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
+ That each tail should be properly placed.
+
+
+ There was a little man,
+ And he had a little gun,
+ And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
+ He went to the brook,
+ And he saw a little duck,
+ And he shot it right through the head, head, head.
+
+ He carried it home,
+ To his good wife Joan,
+ And bid her make a fire for to bake, bake, bake,
+ To roast the little duck
+ He had shot in the brook,
+ And he'd go fetch her next the drake, drake, drake.
+
+ The drake had gone to sail,
+ With his nice curly tail,
+ The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.
+ But he let off his gun,
+ And he fired too soon,
+ So the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.
+
+
+ Three little kittens, they lost their mittens,
+ And they began to cry,
+ _O mother dear,_
+ _We very much fear,_
+ _That we have lost our mittens._
+ Lost your mittens!
+ You naughty kittens!
+ Then you shall have no pie.
+ _Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow._
+ No, you shall have no pie.
+ _Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow._
+
+ The three little kittens, they found their mittens,
+ And they began to cry,
+ _O mother dear,_
+ _See here, see here!_
+ _See! we have found our mittens._
+ Put on your mittens,
+ You silly kittens,
+ And you may have some pie.
+ _Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,_
+ _O let us have the pie._
+ _Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r._
+
+ The three little kittens put on their mittens,
+ And soon ate up the pie;
+ _O mother dear,_
+ _We greatly fear,_
+ _That we have soiled our mittens._
+ Soiled your mittens!
+ You naughty kittens!
+ Then they began to sigh,
+ _Mee-ow; mee-ow, mee-ow._
+ Then they began to sigh,
+ _Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow._
+
+ The three little kittens they washed their mittens,
+ And hung them out to dry;
+ _O mother dear,_
+ _Do you not hear,_
+ _That we have washed our mittens?_
+ Washed your mittens!
+ O, you're good kittens.
+ But I smell a rat close by:
+ Hush! Hush! _mee-ow, mee-ow._
+ _We smell a rat close by,_
+ _Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow._
+
+
+ This is the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the man all tattered and torn,
+ That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
+ That married the man all tattered and torn,
+ That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
+ That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+ That married the man all tattered and torn,
+ That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the farmer sowing his corn,
+ That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
+ That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+ That married the man all tattered and torn,
+ That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+
+ This is the key of the kingdom.
+ In that kingdom there is a city.
+ In that city there is a town.
+ In that town there is a street.
+ In that street there is a lane.
+ In that lane there is a yard.
+ In that yard there is a house.
+ In that house there is a room.
+ In that room there is a bed.
+ In that bed there is a basket.
+ In that basket there are some flowers.
+ Flowers in the basket, basket in the bed, bed in the room, etc., etc.
+
+
+_Tree on the Hill_
+
+ On yonder hill there stands a tree;
+ Tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.
+
+ And on the tree there was a branch;
+ Branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.
+
+ And on the branch there was a nest;
+ Nest on the branch, branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the
+ hill stood still.
+
+ And in the nest there was an egg;
+ Egg in the nest, nest on the branch, branch on the tree, tree on
+ the hill, and the hill stood still.
+
+ And in the egg there was a bird;
+ Bird in the egg, egg in the nest, nest on the branch, branch on
+ the tree, tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.
+
+ And on the bird there was a feather;
+ Feather on the bird, bird in the egg, egg in the nest, nest on
+ the branch, branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the
+ hill stood still.
+
+ John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Scott made the shot,
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Wiming made the priming,
+ And John Scott made the shot;
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Wiming made the priming,
+ And John Scott made the shot,
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Block made the stock,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Wiming made the priming,
+ And John Scott made the shot;
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Crowder made the powder,
+ And John Block made the stock,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Wiming made the priming,
+ And John Scott made the shot;
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Puzzle made the muzzle,
+ And John Crowder made the powder,
+ And John Block made the stock,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Wiming made the priming,
+ And John Scott made the shot;
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Clint made the flint,
+ And John Puzzle made the muzzle,
+ And John Crowder made the powder,
+ And John Block made the stock,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Wiming made the priming,
+ And John Scott made the shot;
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Patch made the match,
+ And John Clint made the flint,
+ And John Puzzle made the muzzle,
+ And John Crowder made the powder,
+ And John Block made the stock,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Wiming made the priming,
+ And John Scott made the shot;
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+
+
+
+VIII
+
+GUESS-ME-QUICKS
+
+ Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me ree,
+ Perhaps you can tell me what this may be.
+
+
+ In marble walls as white as milk,
+ Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
+ Within a fountain crystal clear,
+ A golden apple doth appear.
+ No doors there are to this stronghold,
+ Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
+
+
+ Thirty white horses upon a red hill,
+ Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.
+
+
+ Black within and red without;
+ Four corners round about.
+
+
+ Little Nan Etticoat,
+ In a white petticoat,
+ And a red nose;
+ The longer she stands,
+ The shorter she grows.
+
+
+ As round as an apple, as deep as a cup,
+ And all the King's horses can't pull it up.
+
+
+ Long legs, crooked thighs,
+ Little head, and no eyes.
+
+
+ Higher than a house, higher than a tree,
+ Oh, whatever can that be?
+
+
+ Down in a dark dungeon I saw a brave knight,
+ All saddled, all bridled, all fit for the fight.
+ Gilt was his saddle, and bent was his bow;
+ Thrice I've told you his name, and yet you don't know.
+
+
+ Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
+ Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
+ Not all the King's horses, nor all the King's men,
+ Could set Humpty Dumpty up again.
+
+
+ Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess,
+ They all went together to seek a bird's nest.
+ They found a bird's nest with five eggs in,
+ They all took one, and left four in.
+
+
+ As soft as silk, as white as milk,
+ As bitter as gall, a thick wall,
+ And a green coat covers me all.
+
+
+ As I went through the garden gap,
+ Whom should I meet but Dick Red-cap!
+ A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat:
+ If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.
+
+
+ I went to the wood and got it;
+ I sat me down and looked at it;
+ The more I looked at it the less I liked it;
+ And I brought it home because I couldn't help it.
+
+
+ There was a girl in our town,
+ Silk an' satin was her gown,
+ Silk an' satin, gold an' velvet,
+ Guess her name, three times I've tell'd it.
+
+
+ As I was going to St. Ives
+ I met a man with seven wives;
+ Every wife had seven sacks,
+ Every sack had seven cats,
+ Every cat had seven kits.
+ Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
+ How many were going to St. Ives?
+
+
+ Two legs sat upon three legs,
+ With one leg in his lap;
+ In comes four legs,
+ And runs away with one leg.
+ Up jumps two legs,
+ Catches up three legs,
+ Throws it after four legs,
+ And makes him bring back one leg.
+
+
+ As I was going o'er Westminster bridge,
+ I met with a Westminster scholar;
+ He pulled off his cap, _an' drew_ off his glove,
+ And wished me a very good morrow.
+ What is his name?
+
+
+ Flour of England, fruit of Spain,
+ Met together in a shower of rain;
+ Put in a bag tied round with a string,
+ If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.
+
+
+ I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear
+ But a silver nutmeg, and a golden pear.
+ The King of Spain's daughter came to visit me,
+ And all was because of my little nut tree.
+ I skipped over water, I danced over sea,
+ And all the birds of the air, they couldn't catch me.
+
+
+ There is one that has a head without an eye,
+ And there's one that has an eye without a head:
+ You may find the answer if you try;
+ And when all is said,
+ Half the answer hangs upon a thread!
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti.
+
+
+_Do You Guess it is I?_
+
+ I am a little thing;
+ I am not very high;
+ I laugh, dance and sing,
+ And sometimes I cry.
+
+ I have a little head
+ All covered o'er with hair,
+ And I hear what is said
+ With my two ears there.
+
+ On my two feet I walk;
+ I run too with ease;
+ With my little tongue I talk
+ Just as much as I please.
+
+ I have ten fingers too,
+ And just so many toes;
+ Two eyes to see through,
+ And but one little nose.
+
+ I've a mouth full of teeth,
+ Where my bread and milk go in;
+ And close by, underneath,
+ Is my little round chin.
+
+ What is this little thing,
+ Not very, very high,
+ That can laugh, dance and sing?
+ Do you guess it is I?
+
+ Eliza Lee Follen.
+
+
+
+
+IX
+
+GRANDMOTHER'S WISDOM
+
+ He that would thrive
+ Must rise at five;
+ He that hath thriven
+ May lie till seven;
+ And he that by the plough would thrive,
+ Himself must either hold or drive.
+
+
+ Cock crows in the morn,
+ To tell us to rise,
+ And he who lies late
+ Will never be wise.
+ For early to bed,
+ And early to rise,
+ Is the way to be healthy
+ And wealthy and wise.
+
+
+ A swarm of bees in May
+ Is worth a load of hay;
+ A swarm of bees in June
+ Is worth a silver spoon;
+ A swarm of bees in July
+ Is not worth a fly.
+
+
+ As the days grow longer
+ The storms grow stronger.
+
+ When the days begin to lengthen
+ Then the cold begins to strengthen.
+
+
+ A sunshiny shower,
+ Won't last half an hour.
+
+
+ March winds and April showers
+ Bring forth May flowers.
+
+
+ Evening red and morning gray
+ Set the traveller on his way,
+ But evening gray and morning red,
+ Bring the rain upon his head.
+
+
+ When Jacky's a very good boy,
+ He shall have cakes and a custard;
+ But when he does nothing but cry,
+ He shall have nothing but mustard.
+
+
+ Rainbow at night
+ Is the sailor's delight;
+ Rainbow at morning,
+ Sailors, take warning.
+
+
+ Thirty days hath September,
+ April, June, and November;
+ February has twenty-eight alone,
+ All the rest have thirty-one,
+ Excepting leap-year, that's the time
+ When February's days are twenty-nine.
+
+
+ For every ill beneath the sun
+ There is a cure or there is none;
+ If there be one, try to find it;
+ If there be none, never mind it.
+
+
+ They that wash on Monday
+ Have all the week to dry;
+ They that wash on Tuesday
+ Are not so much awry;
+ They that wash on Wednesday
+ Are not so much to blame;
+ They that wash on Thursday
+ Wash for very shame;
+ They that wash on Friday
+ Wash because of need;
+ And they that wash on Saturday,
+ Oh, they are lazy indeed!
+
+
+ Go to bed first,
+ A golden purse;
+
+ Go to bed second,
+ A golden pheasant;
+
+ Go to bed third,
+ A golden bird.
+
+
+ If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;
+ Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;
+ Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;
+ Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;
+ Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;
+ Sneeze on a Saturday, joy to-morrow.
+
+
+ When the wind is in the east,
+ 'Tis good for neither man nor beast;
+ When the wind is in the north,
+ The skilful fisher goes not forth;
+
+ When the wind is in the south,
+ It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;
+ When the wind is in the west,
+ Then 'tis at the very best.
+
+
+ Hearts, like doors, will ope with ease
+ To very, very little keys,
+ And don't forget that two of these,
+ Are "I thank you" and "If you please."
+
+
+ If wishes were horses,
+ Beggars would ride;
+ If turnips were watches,
+ I'd wear one by my side.
+
+
+ Cross-patch,
+ Draw the latch,
+ Sit by the fire and spin;
+ Take a cup,
+ And drink it up,
+ Then call your neighbors in.
+
+
+ For want of a nail, the shoe was lost;
+ For want of the shoe, the horse was lost;
+ For want of the horse, the rider was lost;
+ For want of the rider, the battle was lost;
+ For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost;
+ And all from the want of a horseshoe nail.
+
+
+ Monday's child is fair of face,
+ Tuesday's child is full of grace,
+ Wednesday's child is full of woe,
+ Thursday's child has far to go,
+ Friday's child is loving and giving,
+ Saturday's child works hard for its living,
+ But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
+ Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
+
+
+ My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind,
+ Went round about the house to find
+ A chink to set her foot in;
+ She tried the keyhole in the door,
+ She tried the crevice in the floor,
+ And drove the chimney soot in.
+
+ And then one night when it was dark,
+ She blew up such a tiny spark
+ That all the town was bothered;
+ From it she raised such flame and smoke
+ That many in great terror woke,
+ And many more were smothered.
+
+ And thus when once, my little dears,
+ A whisper reaches itching ears--
+ The same will come, you'll find:
+ Take my advice, restrain the tongue,
+ Remember what old nurse has sung
+ Of busy Lady Wind.
+
+
+
+
+_PART II_
+
+LITTLE PRINCE AND PRINCESS
+
+I
+
+THE PALACE PLAYTIME
+
+
+_Follow Me!_
+
+ Children go
+ To and fro,
+ In a merry, pretty row,
+ Footsteps light,
+ Faces bright;
+ 'Tis a happy sight,
+ Swiftly turning round and round,
+ Never look upon the ground;
+ Follow me,
+ Full of glee,
+ Singing merrily.
+
+ Work is done,
+ Play's begun;
+ Now we have our laugh and fun;
+ Happy days,
+ Pretty plays,
+ And no naughty ways.
+ Holding fast each other's hand,
+ We're a happy little band;
+ Follow me,
+ Full of glee,
+ Singing merrily.
+
+ Birds are free;
+ So are we;
+ And we live as happily.
+ Work we do,
+ Study too,
+ For we learn "Twice two";
+ Then we laugh, and dance, and sing,
+ Gay as larks upon the wing;
+ Follow me,
+ Full of glee,
+ Singing merrily.
+
+ Eliza Lee Follen.
+
+
+_The Baby's Birthday_
+
+ Come, Charles, blow the trumpet,
+ And George, beat the drum,
+ For this is the baby's birthday!
+ Little Annie shall sing,
+ And Jemmy shall dance,
+ And father the jews-harp will play.
+ Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te
+ Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.
+
+ Come toss up the ball,
+ And spin the hum top;
+ We'll have a grand frolic to-day;
+ Let's make some soap bubbles,
+ And blow them up high,
+ And see what the baby will say.
+ Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te
+ Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.
+
+ We'll play the grand Mufti;
+ Let's all make a ring;
+ The tallest the Mufti shall play;
+ You must look in his face,
+ And see what he does,
+ And mind what the Mufti shall say.
+ Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te
+ Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.
+
+ And now we'll play soldiers;
+ All hold up your heads!
+ Don't you know 'tis the baby's birthday?
+ You must turn out your toes,
+ And toss your feet high;
+ There! this, boys and girls, is the way.
+ Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te
+ Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.
+
+ Eliza Lee Follen.
+
+
+_Counting Out_
+
+ Intery, mintery, cutery-corn,
+ Apple seed and apple thorn;
+ Wire, brier, limber-lock,
+ Five geese in a flock,
+ Sit and sing by a spring,
+ O-u-t, and in again.
+
+
+_A Tea-Party_
+
+ You see, merry Phillis, that dear little maid,
+ Has invited Belinda to tea;
+ Her nice little garden is shaded by trees,--
+ What pleasanter place could there be?
+
+ There's a cake full of plums, there are strawberries too,
+ And the table is set on the green;
+ I'm fond of a carpet all daisies and grass,--
+ Could a prettier picture be seen?
+
+ A blackbird (yes, blackbirds delight in warm weather,)
+ Is flitting from yonder high spray;
+ He sees the two little ones talking together,--
+ No wonder the blackbird is gay.
+
+ Kate Greenaway.
+
+
+_Around the World_
+
+ In go-cart so tiny
+ My sister I drew;
+ And I've promised to draw her
+ The wide world through.
+
+ We have not yet started--
+ I own it with sorrow--
+ Because our trip's always
+ Put off till to-morrow.
+
+ Kate Greenaway.
+
+
+_My Ship and I_[1]
+
+ O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship,
+ Of a ship that goes a-sailing on the pond;
+ And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about;
+ But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret out
+ How to send my vessel sailing on beyond.
+
+ For I mean to grow as little as the dolly at the helm,
+ And the dolly I intend to come alive;
+ And with him beside to help me, it's a-sailing I shall go,
+ It's a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes blow
+ And the vessel goes a divie-divie-dive.
+
+ O it's then you'll see me sailing through the rushes and the reeds,
+ And you'll hear the water singing at the prow;
+ For beside the dolly sailor, I'm to voyage and explore,
+ To land upon the island where no dolly was before,
+ And to fire the penny cannon in the bow.
+
+ Robert Louis Stevenson.
+
+[Footnote 1: _From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+_The Feast of the Doll_
+
+ In flow'ry Japan, the home of the fan,
+ The land of the parasol,
+ Each month has its feast, from greatest to least,
+ And March is the Feast of the Doll-doll-doll,
+ And March is the Feast of the Doll.
+
+ The wee, slippered maid in gown of brocade,
+ The baby with shaven poll,
+ The little brown lad in embroidery clad,
+ All troop to the Feast of the Doll-doll-doll,
+ All troop to the Feast of the Doll.
+
+ How pleasant 'twould be, 'neath an almond-tree,
+ In sunshine and perfume to loll,
+ Forget our own spring, with its wind and its sting,
+ And sing to the praise of the Doll-doll-doll,
+ And sing to the praise of the Doll.
+
+ Come, sweet Tippytoes, as pink as a rose,
+ And white as a cotton-boll;
+ Let us follow the plan of the folk in Japan,
+ And dance for your Feast, little Doll-doll-doll,
+ And dance for your Feast, little Doll.
+
+ Nora Archibald Smith.
+
+
+_Cuddle Down, Dolly_
+
+ They sent me to bed, dear, so dreadfully early,
+ I hadn't a moment to talk to my girlie;
+ But while Nurse is getting her dinner downstairs,
+ I'll rock you a little and hear you your prayers.
+ _Cuddle down, dolly,_
+ _Cuddle down, dear!_
+ _Here on my shoulder you've nothing to fear._
+ _That's what Mamma sings to me every night,_
+ _Cuddle down, dolly dear, shut your eyes tight!_
+
+ Not comfor'ble dolly?--or why do you fidget?
+ You're hurting my shoulder, you troublesome midget!
+ Perhaps it's that hole that you told me about.
+ Why, darling, your sawdust is trick-ker-ling out!!
+
+ We'll call the good doctor in, right straight away;
+ This can't be neglected a single more day;
+ I'll wet my new hankchif and tie it round tight,
+ 'Twill keep you from suffering pains in the night.
+
+ I hope you've been good, little dolly, to-day,
+ Not cross to your nursie, nor rude in your play;
+ Nor dabbled your feet in those puddles of water
+ The way you did yesterday, bad little daughter!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Oh, dear! I'm so sleepy--can't hold up my head,
+ I'll sing one more verse, then I'll creep into bed.
+ _Cuddle down, dolly,_
+ _Here on my arm,_
+ _Nothing shall frighten you, nothing shall harm._
+ _Cuddle down sweetly, my little pink rose,_
+ _Good angels come now and guard thy repose._
+
+ Kate Douglas Wiggin.
+
+
+_Playgrounds_
+
+ In summer I am very glad
+ We children are so small,
+ For we can see a thousand things
+ That men can't see at all.
+
+ They don't know much about the moss
+ And all the stones they pass:
+ They never lie and play among
+ The forests in the grass:
+
+ They walk about a long way off;
+ And, when we're at the sea,
+ Let father stoop as best he can
+ He can't find things like me.
+
+ But, when the snow is on the ground
+ And all the puddles freeze,
+ I wish that I were very tall,
+ High up above the trees.
+
+ Laurence Alma Tadema.
+
+
+_Keeping Store_
+
+ We have bags and bags of whitest down
+ Out of the milk-weed pods;
+ We have purple asters in lovely heaps,
+ And stacks of golden-rods--
+
+ We have needles out of the sweet pine woods,
+ And spools of cobweb thread;
+ We have bachelors' buttons for dolly's dress,
+ And hollyhock caps for her head.
+
+ Mary F. Butts.
+
+
+_One and One_[2]
+
+ Two little girls are better than one
+ Two little boys can double the fun,
+ Two little birds can build a fine nest,
+ Two little arms can love mother best.
+ Two little ponies must go to a span;
+ Two little pockets has my little man;
+ Two little eyes to open and close,
+ Two little ears and one little nose,
+ Two little elbows, dimpled and sweet,
+ Two little shoes on two little feet,
+ Two little lips and one little chin,
+ Two little cheeks with a rose shut in;
+ Two little shoulders, chubby and strong,
+ Two little legs running all day long.
+ Two little prayers does my darling say,
+ Twice does he kneel by my side each day,--
+ Two little folded hands, soft and brown,
+ Two little eyelids cast meekly down,--
+ And two little angels guard him in bed,
+ "One at the foot, and one at the head."
+
+ Mary Mapes Dodge.
+
+[Footnote 2: _From "Rhymes and Jingles," copyright, 1874, 1904, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+_A Happy Child_
+
+ My house is red--a little house,
+ A happy child am I,
+ I laugh and play the livelong day,
+ I hardly ever cry.
+
+ I have a tree, a green, green tree,
+ To shade me from the sun;
+ And under it I often sit,
+ When all my work is done.
+
+ My little basket I will take,
+ And trip into the town;
+ When next I'm there I'll buy some cake,
+ And spend my bright half-crown.
+
+ Kate Greenaway.
+
+
+
+
+II
+
+THE PALACE GARDEN
+
+
+_The Garden Year_
+
+ January brings the snow,
+ Makes our feet and fingers glow.
+
+ February brings the rain,
+ Thaws the frozen lake again.
+
+ March brings breezes, loud and shrill,
+ To stir the dancing daffodil.
+
+ April brings the primrose sweet,
+ Scatters daisies at our feet.
+
+ May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
+ Skipping by their fleecy dams.
+
+ June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
+ Fills the children's hands with posies.
+
+ Hot July brings cooling showers,
+ Apricots, and gillyflowers.
+
+ August brings the sheaves of corn,
+ Then the harvest home is borne.
+
+ Warm September brings the fruit;
+ Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
+
+ Fresh October brings the pheasant;
+ Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
+
+ Dull November brings the blast;
+ Then the leaves are whirling fast.
+
+ Chill December brings the sleet,
+ Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Child and the World_
+
+ I see a nest in a green elm-tree
+ With little brown sparrows,--one, two, three!
+ The elm-tree stretches its branches wide,
+ And the nest is soft and warm inside.
+ At morn the sun, so golden bright,
+ Climbs up to fill the world with light;
+ It opens the flowers, it wakens me,
+ And wakens the birdies,--one, two, three.
+ And leaning out of my window high,
+ I look far up at the blue, blue sky,
+ And then far out at the earth so green,
+ And think it the loveliest ever seen,--
+ The loveliest world that ever was seen!
+
+ But by and by, when the sun is low,
+ And birds and babies sleepy grow,
+ I peep again from my window high,
+ And look at the earth and clouds and sky.
+ The night dew falls in silent showers,
+ To cool the hearts of thirsty flowers;
+ The moon comes out,--the slender thing,
+ A crescent yet, but soon a ring,--
+ And brings with her one yellow star;
+ How small it looks, away so far!
+ But soon, in the heaven's shining blue,
+ A thousand twinkle and blink at you,
+ Like a thousand lamps in the sky so blue.
+
+ And hush! a light breeze stirs the tree,
+ And rocks the birdies,--one, two, three.
+ What a beautiful cradle, that soft, warm nest!
+ What a dear little coverlid, mother-bird's breast!
+ She's hugging them close to her, tight, so tight
+ That each downy head is hid from sight;
+ But out from under her sheltering wings
+ Their bright eyes glisten, the darling things!
+ I lean far out from my window's height
+ And say, "Dear, lovely world, good-night!
+ Good-night, dear, pretty, baby moon!
+ Your cradle you'll outgrow quite soon,
+ And then, perhaps, all night you'll shine,
+ A grown-up lady moon, so fine
+ And bright that all the stars
+ Will want to light their lamps from yours.
+ Sleep sweetly, birdies, never fear,
+ For God is always watching near!
+ And you, dear, friendly world above,
+ The same One holds us in His love;
+ Both you so great, and I so small,
+ Are safe,--He sees the sparrows fall,
+ The dear God watcheth over all!"
+
+ Kate Douglas Wiggin.
+
+
+_The Gravel Path_
+
+ Baby mustn't frown,
+ When she tumbles down;
+ If the wind should change--Ah me,
+ What a face her face would be!
+
+ Rub away the dirt,
+ Say she wasn't hurt;
+ What a world 'twould be--O my,
+ If all who fell began to cry!
+
+ Laurence Alma Tadema.
+
+
+_A Dewdrop_
+
+ Little drop of dew,
+ Like a gem you are;
+ I believe that you
+ Must have been a star.
+
+ When the day is bright,
+ On the grass you lie;
+ Tell me then, at night
+ Are you in the sky?
+
+ Frank Dempster Sherman.
+
+
+_Who Has Seen the Wind?_
+
+ Who has seen the wind?
+ Neither I nor you:
+ But when the leaves hang trembling,
+ The wind is passing through.
+
+ Who has seen the wind?
+ Neither you nor I:
+ But when the trees bow down their heads,
+ The wind is passing by.
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti
+
+
+_The Wind's Song_
+
+ O winds that blow across the sea,
+ What is the story that you bring?
+ Leaves clap their hands on every tree
+ And birds about their branches sing.
+
+ You sing to flowers and trees and birds
+ Your sea-songs over all the land.
+ Could you not stay and whisper words
+ A little child might understand?
+
+ The roses nod to hear you sing;
+ But though I listen all the day,
+ You never tell me anything
+ Of father's ship so far away.
+
+ Its masts are taller than the trees;
+ Its sails are silver in the sun;
+ There's not a ship upon the seas
+ So beautiful as father's one.
+
+ With wings spread out it flies so fast
+ It leaves the waves all white with foam.
+ Just whisper to me, blowing past,
+ If you have seen it sailing home.
+
+ I feel your breath upon my cheek,
+ And in my hair, and on my brow.
+ Dear winds, if you could only speak,
+ I know what you would tell me now.
+
+ My father's coming home, you'd say,
+ With precious presents, one, two, three;
+ A shawl for mother, beads for May,
+ And eggs and shells for Rob and me.
+
+ The winds sing songs where'er they roam;
+ The leaves all clap their little hands;
+ For father's ship is coming home
+ With wondrous things from foreign lands.
+
+ Gabriel Setoun.
+
+
+_Who Likes the Rain?_
+
+ "I," said the duck. "I call it fun,
+ For I have my pretty red rubbers on;
+ They make a little three-toed track,
+ In the soft, cool mud,--quack! quack!"
+
+ "I!" cried the dandelion, "I!
+ My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry."
+ And she lifted a towsled yellow head
+ Out of her green and grassy bed.
+
+ "I hope 'twill pour! I hope 'twill pour!"
+ Purred the tree-toad at his gray bark door,
+ "For, with a broad leaf for a roof,
+ I am perfectly weather-proof."
+
+ Sang the brook: "I laugh at every drop,
+ And wish they never need to stop
+ Till a big, big river I grew to be,
+ And could find my way to the sea."
+
+ "I," shouted Ted, "for I can run,
+ With my high-top boots and rain-coat on,
+ Through every puddle and runlet and pool
+ I find on the road to school."
+
+ Clara Doty Bates.
+
+
+_Rain_[3]
+
+ The rain is raining all around,
+ It falls on field and tree,
+ It rains on the umbrellas here,
+ And on the ships at sea.
+
+ Robert Louis Stevenson.
+
+[Footnote 3: _From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by·
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+_Rain in Spring_
+
+ So soft and gentle falls the rain,
+ You cannot hear it on the pane;
+ For if it came in pelting showers,
+ 'Twould hurt the budding leaves and flowers.
+
+ Gabriel Setoun.
+
+
+_Sun and Rain_
+
+ If all were rain and never sun,
+ No bow could span the hill;
+ If all were sun and never rain,
+ There'd be no rainbow still.
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti.
+
+
+_Bees_
+
+ Bees don't care about the snow;
+ I can tell you why that's so:
+
+ Once I caught a little bee
+ Who was much too warm for me.
+
+ Frank Dempster Sherman.
+
+
+_Annie's Garden_
+
+ In little Annie's garden
+ Grew all sorts of posies;
+ There were pinks, and mignonette,
+ And tulips, and roses.
+
+ Sweet peas, and morning glories,
+ A bed of violets blue,
+ And marigolds, and asters,
+ In Annie's garden grew.
+
+ There the bees went for honey,
+ And the humming-birds too;
+ And there the pretty butterflies
+ And the lady-birds flew.
+
+ And there among her flowers,
+ Every bright and pleasant day,
+ In her own pretty garden
+ Little Annie went to play.
+
+ Eliza Lee Follen.
+
+
+_The Daisy_
+
+ I'm a pretty little thing,
+ Always coming with the spring;
+ In the meadows green I'm found,
+ Peeping just above the ground;
+ And my stalk is covered flat
+ With a white and yellow hat.
+ Little lady, when you pass
+ Lightly o'er the tender grass,
+ Skip about, but do not tread
+ On my meek and lowly head;
+ For I always seem to say,
+ Surely winter's gone away.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_Pussy Willow_
+
+ Pussy Willow wakened
+ From her Winter nap,
+ For the frolic Spring Breeze
+ On her door would tap.
+
+ "It is chilly weather
+ Though the sun feels good;
+ I will wrap up warmly;
+ Wear my furry hood."
+
+ Mistress Pussy Willow
+ Opened wide her door;
+ Never had the sunshine
+ Seemed so bright before.
+
+ Never had the brooklet
+ Seemed so full of cheer;
+ "Good morning, Pussy Willow,
+ Welcome to you, dear!"
+
+ Never guest was quainter:--
+ Pussy came to town
+ In a hood of silver gray
+ And a coat of brown.
+
+ Happy little children
+ Cried with laugh and shout,
+ "Spring is coming, coming,
+ Pussy Willow's out."
+
+ Kate L. Brown.
+
+
+_Spring Questions_
+
+ How do the pussy-willows grow?
+ How do the meadow violets blow?
+ How do the brooklet's waters flow?
+ Gold-Locks wants to know.
+
+ Long and gray,
+ The willows sway,
+ And the catkins come the first spring day.
+ Plenty of them
+ On every stem,
+ All dressed in fur,
+ As if they were
+ Prepared to keep the cold away.
+
+ The violets, too,
+ In bonnets blue,
+ And little crooked necks askew,
+ Stand, sweet and small,
+ Where the grass is tall,
+ Content to spy
+ But a bit of sky,
+ Nor ever to know the world at all.
+
+ The waters run
+ In shade and sun,
+ And laugh because the winter's done.
+ Now swift, now slow,
+ The pace they go,
+ Shining between
+ Their banks of green,
+ Whither, they neither care nor know.
+
+ Clara Doty Bates.
+
+
+_Snowdrops_
+
+ Great King Sun is out in the cold,
+ His babies are sleeping, he misses the fun;
+ So he knocks at their door with fingers of gold:
+ "Time to get up," says Great King Sun.
+ Though the garden beds are sprinkled with snow,
+ It's time to get up in the earth below.
+
+ Who wakes first? A pale little maid,
+ All in her nightgown opens the door,
+ Peering round as if half afraid
+ Before she steps out on the wintry floor.
+ All in their nightgowns, snowdrops stand,
+ White little waifs in a lonely land.
+
+ Great King Sun with a smile looks down,--
+ "Where are your sisters? I want them, too!"
+ Each baby is hurrying into her gown,
+ Purple and saffron, orange and blue,
+ Great King Sun gives a louder call,--
+ "Good morning, Papa!" cry the babies all.
+
+ W. Graham Robertson.
+
+
+_A Mystery_
+
+ Flowers from clods of clay and mud!
+ Flowers so bright, and grass so green!
+ Tell me, blade, and leaf, and bud,
+ How it is you're all so clean.
+
+ If my fingers touch these sods,
+ See, they're streaked with sticky earth;
+ Yet you spring from clayey clods,
+ Pure, and fresh, and fair from birth.
+
+ Do you wash yourselves at night,
+ In a bath of diamond dew,
+ That you look so fresh and bright
+ When the morning dawns on you?
+
+ God, perhaps, sends summer showers,
+ When the grass grows grey for rain,
+ To wash the faces of His flowers,
+ And bid His fields be green again.
+
+ Tell me, blade, and leaf, and bud;
+ Flowers so fair, and grass so green,
+ Growing out of clay and mud,
+ How it is you're all so clean.
+
+ Gabriel Setoun.
+
+
+_Meadow Talk_
+
+ "Don't pick all the flowers!" cried Daisy one day
+ To a rosy-cheeked boy who was passing her way;
+ "If you take every one, you will very soon see
+ That when next summer comes, not a bud will there be!"
+
+ "Quite true!" said the Clover,
+ "And over and over
+ I've sung that same song
+ To whoe'er came along."
+
+ Quoth the Buttercup, "I
+ Have not been at all shy
+ In impressing that rule
+ On each child of the school."
+
+ "I've touched the same subject,"
+ Said Timothy Grass.
+ "'Leave just a few flowers!'
+ I beg, as they pass."
+
+ Sighed a shy little Fern,
+ From her home in the shade,
+ "About pulling up roots,
+ What a protest I've made!"
+
+ "The children are heedless!"
+ The Gentian declared,
+ "When my blossom-time comes,
+ Not a bud will be spared."
+
+ "Take courage, sweet neighbor!"
+ The Violet said;
+ And raised in entreaty
+ Her delicate head.
+
+ "The children are thoughtless,
+ I own, in my turn;
+ But if we _all_ teach them,
+ They cannot but learn."
+
+ "The lesson," said the Alders,
+ "Is a simple one, indeed,
+ _Where no root is, blooms no flower,_
+ _Where no flower is, no seed."_
+
+ "'Tis very well said!" chirped the Robin,
+ From the elm tree fluttering down;
+ "If you'll write on your leaves such a lesson,
+ I'll distribute them over the town."
+
+ "Oh, write it, dear Alders!" the Innocents cried,
+ Their pretty eyes tearfully blue;
+ "You are older than we are; you're strong and you're wise--
+ There's none but would listen to you!"
+
+ But, ah! the Alders could not write;
+ And though the Robin knew
+ The art as well as any bird--
+ Or so he said--he flew
+ Straight up the hill and far away,
+ Remarking as he went,
+ He had a business errand
+ And was not on pleasure bent.
+
+ Did the children learn the lesson,
+ Though 'twas never written down?
+ We shall know when, gay and blithesome,
+ Lady Summer comes to town.
+
+ Nora Archibald Smith.
+
+
+_Twenty Froggies_
+
+ Twenty froggies went to school
+ Down beside a rushy pool.
+ Twenty little coats of green,
+ Twenty vests all white and clean.
+
+ "We must be in time," said they,
+ "First we study, then we play;
+ That is how we keep the rule,
+ When we froggies go to school."
+
+ Master Bull-frog, brave and stern,
+ Called his classes in their turn,
+ Taught them how to nobly strive,
+ Also how to leap and dive;
+
+ Taught them how to dodge a blow,
+ From the sticks that bad boys throw.
+ Twenty froggies grew up fast,
+ Bull-frogs they became at last;
+
+ Polished in a high degree,
+ As each froggie ought to be,
+ Now they sit on other logs,
+ Teaching other little frogs.
+
+ George Cooper.
+
+
+_The Snail_
+
+ The Snail he lives in his hard round house,
+ In the orchard, under the tree:
+ Says he, "I have but a single room;
+ But it's large enough for me."
+
+ The Snail in his little house doth dwell
+ All the week from end to end,
+ You're at home, Master Snail; that's all very well,
+ But you never receive a friend.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Worm_
+
+ No, little worm, you need not slip
+ Into your hole, with such a skip;
+ Drawing the gravel as you glide
+ On to your smooth and slimy side.
+ I'm not a crow, poor worm, not I,
+ Peeping about your holes to spy,
+ And fly away with you in air,
+ To give my young ones each a share.
+ No, and I'm not a rolling-stone,
+ Creaking along with hollow groan;
+
+ Nor am I of the naughty crew,
+ Who don't care what poor worms go through,
+ But trample on them as they lie,
+ Rather than pass them gently by;
+ Or keep them dangling on a hook,
+ Choked in a dismal pond or brook,
+ Till some poor fish comes swimming past,
+ And finishes their pain at last.
+
+ For my part, I could never bear
+ Your tender flesh to hack and tear,
+ Forgetting that poor worms endure
+ As much as I should, to be sure,
+ If any giant should come and jump
+ On to my back, and kill me plump,
+ Or run my heart through with a scythe,
+ And think it fun to see me writhe!
+
+ O no, I'm only looking about,
+ To see you wriggle in and out,
+ And drawing together your slimy rings,
+ Instead of feet, like other things:
+ So, little worm, don't slide and slip
+ Into your hole, with such a skip.
+
+ Ann Taylor.
+
+
+_The City Mouse and the Garden Mouse_
+
+ The city mouse lives in a house;--
+ The garden mouse lives in a bower,
+ He's friendly with the frogs and toads,
+ And sees the pretty plants in flower.
+
+ The city mouse eats bread and cheese;--
+ The garden mouse eats what he can;
+ We will not grudge him seeds and stocks,
+ Poor little timid furry man.
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti.
+
+
+_The Robin to His Mate_
+
+ Said Robin to his pretty mate,
+ "Bring here a little hay;
+ Lay here a stick and there a straw,
+ And bring a little clay.
+
+ "And we will build a little nest,
+ Wherein you soon shall lay
+ Your little eggs, so smooth, so blue;
+ Come, let us work away.
+
+ "And you shall keep them very warm;
+ And only think, my dear,
+ 'Twill not be long before we see
+ Four little robins here.
+
+ "They'll open wide their yellow mouths,
+ And we will feed them well;
+ For we shall love the little dears,
+ Oh, more than I can tell!
+
+ "And while the sun is shining warm
+ Up in the summer sky,
+ I'll sit and sing to them and you,
+ Up in the branches high.
+
+ "And all night long, my love, you'll sit
+ Upon the pretty nest,
+ And keep the little robins warm
+ Beneath your downy breast."
+
+ Mrs. Carter.
+
+
+_The Brown Thrush_
+
+ There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree.
+ He's singing to me! He's singing to me!
+ And what does he say, little girl, little boy?
+ "Oh, the world's running over with joy!
+ Don't you hear? Don't you see?
+ Hush! Look! In my tree,
+ I'm as happy as happy can be!"
+
+ And the brown thrush keeps singing, "A nest do you see
+ And five eggs, hid by me in the juniper tree?
+ Don't meddle! Don't touch! little girl, little boy,
+ Or the world will lose some of its joy!
+ Now I'm glad! now I'm free!
+ And I always shall be,
+ If you never bring sorrow to me."
+
+ So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree,
+ To you and to me, to you and to me;
+ And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy,
+ "Oh, the world's running over with joy!
+ But long it won't be,
+ Don't you know? Don't you see?
+ Unless we're as good as can be."
+
+ Lucy Larcom.
+
+
+_The Little Doves_
+
+ High on the top of an old pine-tree,
+ Broods a mother dove with her young ones three;
+ Warm over them is her soft downy breast,
+ And they sing so sweetly in their nest:
+ "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,
+ All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
+
+ Soundly they sleep through the moonshiny night,
+ Each young one covered and tucked in tight;
+ Morn wakes them up with the first blush of light,
+ And they sing to each other with all their might:
+ "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,
+ All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
+
+ When in the nest they are all left alone,
+ While their mother dear for their food has flown,
+ Quiet and gentle they all remain,
+ Till their mother they see come home again:
+ Then "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,
+ All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
+
+ When they are fed by their tender mother,
+ One never will push nor crowd another:
+ Each opens widely his own little bill,
+ And he patiently waits, and gets his fill:
+ Then "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,
+ All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
+
+ Wisely the mother begins, by and by,
+ To make her young ones learn to fly;
+ Just for a little way over the brink,
+ Then back to the nest as quick as a wink:
+ And "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,
+ All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
+
+ Fast grow the young ones, day and night,
+ Till their wings are plumed for a longer flight;
+ Till unto them at the last draws nigh
+ The time when they all must say good-by:
+ Then "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,
+ And away they fly from the old pine-tree.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Other Side of the Sky_
+
+ A pool in a garden green,
+ And the sky hung over all;
+ Down to the water we lean--
+ What if I let you fall?
+
+ A little splash and a cry,
+ A little gap in the blue,
+ And you'd fall right into the sky--
+ Into the sky--and through.
+
+ What do you think they'd think?
+ How do you think they'd greet
+ A little wet baby in pink
+ Tumbling down at their feet?
+
+ I wonder if they'd be shy,
+ Those folk of the Far Away:
+ On the other side of the Sky,
+ Do you think you'd be asked to stay?
+
+ I think they would say--"No, no"
+ (Peeping down through a crack),
+ "For they seem to want her below,
+ And so we must send her back."
+
+ W. Graham Robertson.
+
+
+_The Happy World_
+
+ The bee is a rover;
+ The brown bee is gay;
+ To feed on the clover,
+ He passes this way.
+ Brown bee, humming over,
+ What is it you say?
+ "The world is so happy--so happy to-day!"
+
+ The martens have nested
+ All under the eaves;
+ The field-mice have jested
+ And played in the sheaves;
+ We have played, too, and rested,
+ And none of us grieves,
+ All over the wide world, who is it that grieves?
+
+ William Brighty Rands.
+
+
+_Come, Little Leaves_
+
+ "Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
+ "Come over the meadows with me and play;
+ Put on your dresses of red and gold,
+ For summer is gone and the days grow cold."
+
+ Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
+ Down they came fluttering, one and all;
+ Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
+ Singing the sweet little song they knew.
+
+ "Cricket, good-by, we've been friends so long,
+ Little brook, sing us your farewell song;
+ Say you are sorry to see us go;
+ All, you will miss us, right well we know.
+
+ "Dear little lambs in your fleecy fold,
+ Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
+ Fondly we watched you in vale and glade,
+ Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"
+
+ Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went,
+ Winter had called them, and they were content;
+ Soon, fast asleep in their earthy beds,
+ The snow laid a coverlid over their heads.
+
+ George Cooper.
+
+
+_Little Jack Frost_
+
+ Little Jack Frost went up the hill,
+ Watching the stars and the moon so still,
+ Watching the stars and the moon so bright,
+ And laughing aloud with all his might.
+ Little Jack Frost ran down the hill,
+ Late in the night when the winds were still,
+ Late in the fall when the leaves fell down,
+ Red and yellow and faded brown.
+
+ Little Jack Frost walked through the trees,
+ "Ah," sighed the flowers, "we freeze, we freeze."
+ "Ah," sighed the grasses, "we die, we die."
+ Said Little Jack Frost, "Good-by, Good-by."
+ Little Jack Frost tripped 'round and 'round,
+ Spreading white snow on the frozen ground,
+ Nipping the breezes, icing the streams,
+ Chilling the warmth of the sun's bright beams.
+
+ But when Dame Nature brought back the spring,
+ Brought back the birds to chirp and sing,
+ Melted the snow and warmed the sky,
+ Little Jack Frost went pouting by.
+ The flowers opened their eyes of blue,
+ Green buds peeped out and grasses grew;
+ It was so warm and scorched him so,
+ Little Jack Frost was glad to go.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Snow-Bird's Song_.
+
+ The ground was all covered with snow one day,
+ And two little sisters were busy at play,
+ When a snow-bird was sitting close by on a tree,
+ And merrily singing his chick-a-de-dee,
+ Chick-a-de-dee, chick-a-de-dee,
+ And merrily singing his chick-a-de-dee.
+
+ He had not been singing that tune very long
+ Ere Emily heard him, so loud was his song;
+ "Oh, sister, look out of the window," said she;
+ "Here's a dear little bird singing chick-a-de-dee,
+ Chick-a-de-dee, etc.
+
+ "Oh, mother, do get him some stockings and shoes,
+ And a nice little frock, and a hat, if he choose;
+ I wish he'd come into the parlor and see
+ How warm we would make him, poor chick-a-de-dee,
+ Chick-a-de-dee," etc.
+
+ "There is One, my dear child, though I cannot tell who,
+ Has clothed me already, and warm enough too.
+ Good-morning! Oh, who are as happy as we?"
+ And away he went singing his chick-a-de-dee.
+ Chick-a-de-dee, etc.
+
+ F. C. Woodworth.
+
+
+_Snow_
+
+ O come to the garden, dear brother, and see,
+ What mischief was done in the night;
+ The snow has quite covered the nice apple-tree,
+ And the bushes are sprinkled with white.
+
+ The spring in the grove is beginning to freeze,
+ The pond is hard frozen all o'er;
+ Long icicles hang in bright rows from the trees,
+ And drop in odd shapes from the door.
+
+ The old mossy thatch, and the meadows so green,
+ Are covered all over with white;
+ The snowdrop and crocus no more can be seen,
+ The thick snow has covered them quite.
+
+ And see the poor birds how they fly to and fro,
+ They're come for their breakfast again;
+ But the little worms all are hid under the snow,
+ They hop about chirping in vain.
+
+ Then open the window, I'll throw them some bread,
+ I've some of my breakfast to spare:
+ I wish they would come to my hand to be fed,
+ But they're all flown away, I declare.
+
+ Nay, now, pretty birds, don't be frightened, I pray,
+ You shall not be hurt, I'll engage;
+ I'm not come to catch you and force you away,
+ And fasten you up in a cage.
+
+ I wish you could know you've no cause for alarm,
+ From me you have nothing to fear;
+ Why, my little fingers could do you no harm,
+ Although you came ever so near.
+
+ Jane Taylor.
+
+
+
+
+III
+
+THE PALACE PETS
+
+
+_The Cow_[4]
+
+ The friendly cow all red and white,
+ I love with all my heart:
+ She gives me cream with all her might,
+ To eat with apple-tart.
+
+ She wanders lowing here and there,
+ And yet she cannot stray,
+ All in the pleasant open air,
+ The pleasant light of day;
+
+ And blown by all the winds that pass
+ And wet with all the showers,
+ She walks among the meadow grass
+ And eats the meadow flowers.
+
+ Robert Louis Stevenson.
+
+[Footnote 4: _From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+_The Good Moolly Cow_
+
+ Come! supper is ready;
+ Come! boys and girls, now,
+ For here is fresh milk
+ From the good moolly cow.
+
+ Have done with your fife,
+ And your row de dow dow,
+ And taste this sweet milk
+ From the good moolly cow.
+
+ Whoever is fretting
+ Must clear up his brow,
+ Or he'll have no milk
+ From the good moolly cow.
+
+ And here is Miss Pussy;
+ She means by _mee-ow_,
+ Give me, too, some milk
+ From the good moolly cow.
+
+ When children are hungry,
+ O, who can tell how
+ They love the fresh milk
+ From the good moolly cow!
+
+ So, when you meet moolly,
+ Just say, with a bow,
+ "Thank you for your milk,
+ Mrs. Good Moolly Cow."
+
+ Eliza Lee Follen.
+
+
+_The Cow_
+
+ "Pretty Moo-cow, will you tell
+ Why you like the fields so well?
+ You never pluck the daisies white,
+ Nor look up to the sky so bright;
+ So tell me, Moo-cow, tell me true,
+ Are you happy when you moo?"
+
+ "I do not pluck the daisies white;
+ I care not for the sky so bright;
+ But all day long I lie and eat
+ Pleasant grass, so fresh and sweet,--
+ Grass that makes nice milk for you;
+ So I am happy when I moo."
+
+ Mrs. Motherly.
+
+
+_Bossy and the Daisy_
+
+ Right up into Bossy's eyes,
+ Looked the Daisy, boldly,
+ But, alas! to his surprise,
+ Bossy ate him, coldly!
+
+ Listen! Daisies in the fields,
+ Hide away from Bossy!
+ Daisies make the milk she yields,
+ And her coat grow glossy.
+
+ So, each day, she tries to find
+ Daisies nodding sweetly,
+ And although it's most unkind,
+ Bites their heads off, neatly!
+
+ Margaret Deland.
+
+
+_The Clucking Hen_
+
+ "Will you take a walk with me,
+ My little wife, to-day?
+ There's barley in the barley-field,
+ And hay-seed in the hay."
+
+ "Thank you," said the clucking hen;
+ "I've something else to do;
+ I'm busy sitting on my eggs,
+ I cannot walk with you."
+
+ "Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck,"
+ Said the clucking hen;
+ "My little chicks will soon be hatched,
+ I'll think about it then."
+
+ The clucking hen sat on her nest,
+ She made it in the hay;
+ And warm and snug beneath her breast,
+ A dozen white eggs lay.
+
+ Crack, crack, went all the eggs,
+ Out dropt the chickens small!
+ "Cluck," said the clucking hen,
+ "Now I have you all."
+
+ "Come along, my little chicks,
+ I'll take a walk with _you_."
+ "Hollo!" said the barn-door cock,
+ "Cock-a-doodle-do!"
+
+ Aunt Effie's Rhymes.
+
+
+_Chickens in Trouble_
+
+ "O mother, mother! I'm so cold!"
+ One little chicken grumbled.
+ "And, mother!" cried a second chick,
+ "Against a stone I've stumbled."
+
+ "And oh! I am so sleepy now,"
+ Another chick was moaning;
+ While chicken fourth of tired wings,
+ Kept up a constant groaning.
+
+ "And, mother! I have such a pain!"
+ Peeped out the chicken baby;
+ "That yellow meal did taste so good,
+ I've eaten too much, may be."
+
+ "And there's a black, black cloud up there,"
+ Cried all in fear and wonder;
+ "O mother dear, do spread your wings
+ And let us all creep under."
+
+ "There, there, my little dears, come here;
+ Your cries are quite distressing,"
+ The mother called, and spread her wings
+ For comfort and caressing.
+
+ And soon beneath her feathers warm,
+ The little chicks were huddled;
+ "I know what ailed you all," she said,
+ "You wanted to be cuddled."
+
+ And as they nestled cosily
+ And hushed their weak complaining,
+ She told them that the black, black cloud
+ Was quite too small for raining.
+
+ And one by one they all were soothed,
+ And out again went straying,
+ Until five happy little chicks
+ Were in the farmyard playing.
+
+ Emilie Poulsson.
+
+ _From the Norwegian._
+
+
+_The Funniest Thing in the World_[5]
+
+ The funniest thing in the world, I know,
+ Is watchin' the monkeys 'at's in the show!--
+ Jumpin' an' runnin' an' racin' roun',
+ 'Way up the top o' the pole; nen down!
+ First they're here, an' nen they're there,
+ An' ist a'most any an' ever'where!--
+ Screechin' an' scratchin' wherever they go,
+ They're the funniest thing in the world, I know!
+
+ They're the funniest thing in the world, I think:--
+ Funny to watch 'em eat an' drink;
+ Funny to watch 'em a-watchin' us,
+ An' actin' 'most like grown folks does!--
+ Funny to watch 'em p'tend to be
+ Skeerd at their tail 'at they happen to see;--
+ But the funniest thing in the world they do
+ Is never to laugh, like me an' you!
+
+ James Whitcomb Riley.
+
+[Footnote 5: _From "Rhymes of Childhood," copyright 1902, used by
+special permission of the publishers, The Bobbs-Merrill Company._]
+
+
+_The Orphan's Song_
+
+ I had a little bird,
+ I took it from the nest;
+ I prest it and blest it,
+ And nurst it in my breast.
+
+ I set it on the ground,
+ Danced round and round,
+ And sang about it so cheerly,
+ With "Hey, my little bird,
+ And ho! my little bird,
+ And oh! but I love thee dearly!"
+
+ I make a little feast
+ Of food soft and sweet,
+ I hold it in my breast,
+ And coax it to eat;
+
+ I pit, and I pat,
+ I call this and that,
+ And I sing about so cheerly,
+ With "Hey, my little bird,
+ And ho! my little bird,
+ And ho! but I love thee dearly!"
+
+ Sydney Dobell.
+
+
+_The Darling Birds_
+
+ The darling birds are warm;
+ Yes, feather on feather,
+ All close together,
+ The darling birds are warm.
+ They care not whether
+ 'Tis stormy weather,
+
+ For they are safe from harm.
+ With feather on feather,
+ Tho' 'tis stormy weather,
+ The darling birds are warm.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Lamb_
+
+ Now, Lamb, no longer naughty be,
+ Be good and homewards come with me,
+ Or else upon another day
+ You shall not with the daisies play.
+
+ Did we not bring you, for a treat,
+ In the green grass to frisk your feet?
+ And when we must go home again
+ You pull your ribbon and complain.
+
+ So, little Lamb, be good once more,
+ And give your naughty tempers o'er.
+ Then you again shall dine and sup
+ On daisy white and buttercup.
+
+ Kate Greenaway.
+
+
+_Four Pets_
+
+ Pussy has a whiskered face,
+ Kitty has such pretty ways,
+ Doggie scampers when I call,
+ And has a heart to love us all.
+
+ The dog lies in his kennel,
+ And Puss purrs on the rug,
+ And baby perches on my knee
+ For me to love and hug.
+
+ Pat the dog and stroke the cat,
+ Each in its degree;
+ And cuddle and kiss my baby,
+ And baby dear kiss me.
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti.
+
+
+_A Puppy's Problem_
+
+ When Midget was a puppy,
+ And to the farm was brought,
+ She found that there were many things
+ A puppy must be taught.
+
+ Her mother oft had told her
+ The first thing to be known
+ Was how to gnaw and bite, and thus
+ Enjoy a toothsome bone.
+
+ So Midget practiced biting
+ On everything around,
+ But that was not approved at all,
+ To her surprise, she found.
+
+ The farmer spoke severely,
+ Till Midget shook with fright;
+ The children shouted "No, no, no!
+ Bad Midget! Mustn't bite!"
+
+ 'Twas just the same with barking;
+ At first they all said "Hark!"
+ Whenever Midget tried her voice;
+ "Good puppy! that's it! Bark!"
+
+ But then, as soon as Midget
+ Could sound a sharp "Bow-wow!"
+ Alas! the talk was changed to "Hush!
+ Such noise we can't allow."
+
+ Now wasn't that a puzzle?
+ It seemed a problem dark,
+ That it was right and wrong to bite
+ And right and wrong to bark.
+
+ A puppy's hardest lesson
+ Is when to bark and bite;
+ But Midget learned it, and became
+ A comfort and delight.
+
+ Emilie Poulsson.
+
+
+_I Like Little Pussy_
+
+ I like little Pussy,
+ Her coat is so warm;
+ And if I don't hurt her
+ She'll do me no harm.
+ So I'll not pull her tail,
+ Nor drive her away,
+ But Pussy and I
+ Very gently will play;
+ She shall sit by my side,
+ And I'll give her some food;
+ And she'll love me because
+ I am gentle and good.
+
+ I'll pat little Pussy,
+ And then she will purr,
+ And thus show her thanks
+ For my kindness to her;
+ I'll not pinch her ears,
+ Nor tread on her paw,
+ Lest I should provoke her
+ To use her sharp claw;
+ I never will vex her,
+ Nor make her displeased,
+ For Pussy can't bear
+ To be worried or teased.
+
+ Jane Taylor.
+
+
+
+
+IV
+
+THE PALACE JEST-BOOK
+
+
+_The Owl and the Eel and the Warming-Pan_
+
+ The owl and the eel and the warming-pan,
+ They went to call on the soap-fat man.
+ The soap-fat man he was not within:
+ He'd gone for a ride on his rolling-pin.
+ So they all came back by the way of the town,
+ And turned the meeting-house upside down.
+
+ Laura E. Richards.
+
+
+_The Fastidious Serpent_
+
+ There was a snake that dwelt in Skye,
+ Over the misty sea, oh;
+ He liv'd upon nothing but gooseberry-pie
+ For breakfast, dinner, and tea, oh.
+
+ Now gooseberry-pie--as is very well known--
+ Over the misty sea, oh,
+ Is not to be found under every stone,
+ Nor yet upon every tree, oh.
+
+ And being so ill to please with his meat,
+ Over the misty sea, oh,
+ The snake had sometimes nothing to eat,
+ And an angry snake was he, oh.
+
+ Then he'd flick his tongue and his head he'd shake,
+ Over the misty sea, oh,
+ Crying, "Gooseberry-pie! For goodness' sake
+ Some gooseberry-pie for me, oh!"
+
+ And if gooseberry-pie was not to be had,
+ Over the misty sea, oh,
+ He'd twine and twist like an eel gone mad,
+ Or a worm just stung by a bee, oh.
+
+ But though he might shout and wriggle about,
+ Over the misty sea, oh,
+ The snake had often to go without
+ His breakfast, dinner, and tea, oh.
+
+ Henry Johnstone.
+
+
+_Snake Story_
+
+ There was a little Serpent and he wouldn't go to school--
+ Oh, what a naughty little Snake!
+ He grinn'd and put his tongue out when they said it was the rule--
+ Ah, what a naughty face to make.
+
+ He wriggled off behind a stone and hid himself from sight--
+ Oh, what a naughty thing to do!
+ And went to sleep as if it were the middle of the night--
+ I wouldn't do like that, would you?
+
+ He dreamt of stealing linties' eggs and sucking them quite dry--
+ Oh, what a greedy thing to dream!
+ And then he dreamt that he had wings and knew the way to fly--
+ Ah, what a pleasure that would seem!
+
+ By came a collie dog and said, "What have we here?
+ Oh, it's a horrid little Snake!"
+ He bark'd at him and woke him up and fill'd him full of fear--
+ Ah, how his heart began to quake!
+
+ How the Serpent got away he really didn't know--
+ Oh, what a dreadful fright he got!
+ But he hurried all the way to school as hard as he could go,
+ Dusty and terrified and hot.
+
+ As into school he wriggled, they were putting books away--
+ "Oh," says the master, "is it you?
+ Stand upon that stool, sir, while the others go to play;
+ That's what a truant has to do."
+
+ Henry Johnstone.
+
+
+_The Melancholy Pig_
+
+ There was a Pig, that sat alone,
+ Beside a ruined Pump.
+ By day and night he made his moan:
+ It would have stirred a heart of stone
+ To see him wring his hoofs and groan,
+ Because he could not jump.
+
+ Lewis Carroll.
+
+
+_Hospitality_
+
+ Said a Snake to a Frog with a wrinkled skin,
+ "As I notice, dear, that your dress is thin,
+ And a rain is coming, I'll take you in."
+
+ John B. Tabb.
+
+
+_Lost_
+
+ "_Lock the dairy door!_" Oh, hark, the cock is crowing proudly!
+ "_Lock the dairy door!_" and all the hens are cackling loudly:
+ "_Chickle, chackle, chee,_" they cry; "_we haven't got the key,_"
+ they cry;
+ "_Chickle, chackle, chee! Oh, dear, wherever can it be!_" they cry.
+
+ Up and down the garden walks where all the flowers are blowing,
+ Out about the golden fields where tall the wheat is growing,
+ Through the barn and up the road they cackle and they chatter:
+ Cry the children, "Hear the hens! Why, what can be the matter?"
+
+ What scraping and what scratching, what bristling and what hustling;
+ The cock stands on the fence, the wind his ruddy plumage rustling;
+ Like a soldier grand he stands, and like a trumpet glorious
+ Sounds his shout both far and near, imperious and victorious.
+
+ But to partlets down below, who cannot find the key, they hear,
+ "_Lock the dairy door!_" That's all his challenge says to them,
+ my dear.
+ Why they had it, how they lost it, must remain a mystery;
+ I that tell you, never heard the first part of the history.
+
+ But if you will listen, dear, next time the cock crows proudly,
+ "_Lock the dairy door!_" you'll hear him tell the biddies loudly:
+ "_Chickle, chackle, chee,_" they cry; "_we haven't got the key!_"
+ they cry;
+ "_Chickle, chackle, chee! Oh, dear, wherever can it be!_" they cry.
+
+ Celia Thaxter.
+
+
+_Extremes_[6]
+
+I
+
+ A little boy once played so loud
+ That the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud,
+ Said, "Since _I_ can't be heard, why, then,
+ I'll never, never thunder again!"
+
+II
+
+ And a little girl once kept so still
+ That she heard a fly on the window-sill
+ Whisper and say to a lady-bird,--
+ "She's the stilliest child I ever heard!"
+
+ James Whitcomb Riley.
+
+[Footnote 6: _From "The Book of Joyous Children," copyright 1902, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+_The Dream of a Girl Who Lived at Seven-Oaks_
+
+ Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree;
+ Seven swift sailing-ships white upon the sea;
+ Seven bright weather-cocks shining in the sun;
+ Seven slim race-horses ready for a run;
+ Seven gold butterflies, flitting overhead;
+ Seven red roses blowing in a garden bed;
+ Seven white lilies, with honey bees inside them;
+ Seven round rainbows with clouds to divide them;
+ Seven pretty little girls with sugar on their lips;
+ Seven witty little boys, whom everybody tips;
+ Seven nice fathers, to call little maids joys;
+ Seven nice mothers, to kiss the little boys;
+ Seven nights running I dreamt it all plain;
+ With bread and jam for supper I could dream it all again!
+
+ William Brighty Rands.
+
+
+_The Dream of a Boy Who Lived at Nine-Elms_
+
+ Nine grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns;
+ Nine bakers' baskets, with hot-cross buns;
+ Nine brown elephants, standing in a row;
+ Nine new velocipedes, good ones to go;
+ Nine knickerbocker suits, with buttons all complete;
+ Nine pair of skates with straps for the feet;
+ Nine clever conjurors eating hot coals;
+ Nine sturdy mountaineers leaping on their poles;
+ Nine little drummer-boys beating on their drums;
+ Nine fat aldermen sitting on their thumbs;
+ Nine new knockers to our front door;
+ Nine new neighbours that I never saw before;
+ Nine times running I dreamt it all plain;
+ With bread and cheese for supper I could dream it all again!
+
+ William Brighty Rands.
+
+
+_A Little Boy's Pocket_
+
+ Do you know what's in my pottet?
+ Such a lot of treasures in it!
+ Listen now while I bedin it:
+ Such a lot of sings it holds,
+ And everysin dats in my pottet,
+ And when, and where, and how I dot it.
+ First of all, here's in my pottet
+ A beauty shell, I pit'd it up:
+ And here's the handle of a tup
+ That somebody has broked at tea;
+ The shell's a hole in it, you see:
+ Nobody knows dat I dot it,
+ I teep it safe here in my pottet.
+ And here's my ball too in my pottet,
+ And here's my pennies, one, two, free,
+ That Aunty Mary dave to me,
+ To-morrow day I'll buy a spade,
+ When I'm out walking with the maid;
+ I tant put that here in my pottet!
+ But I can use it when I've dot it.
+ Here's some more sings in my pottet,
+ Here's my lead, and here's my string;
+ And once I had an iron ring,
+ But through a hole it lost one day,
+ And this is what I always say--
+ A hole's the worst sing in a pottet,
+ Be sure and mend it when you've dot it.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_A. Apple Pie_
+
+ a
+
+ A was once an apple-pie,
+ Pidy,
+ Widy,
+ Tidy,
+ Pidy,
+ Nice insidy,
+ Apple-pie!
+
+ b
+
+ B was once a little bear,
+ Beary,
+ Wary,
+ Hairy,
+ Beary,
+ Taky caky,
+ Little bear!
+
+ c
+
+ C was once a little cake,
+ Caky,
+ Baky,
+ Maky,
+ Caky,
+ Taky caky,
+ Little cake!
+
+ d
+
+ D was once a little doll,
+ Dolly,
+ Molly,
+ Polly,
+ Nolly,
+ Nursy dolly,
+ Little doll!
+
+ e
+
+ E was once a little eel,
+ Eely,
+ Weely,
+ Peely,
+ Eely,
+ Twirly, tweely,
+ Little eel!
+
+ f
+
+ F was once a little fish,
+ Fishy,
+ Wishy,
+ Squishy,
+ Fishy,
+ In a dishy,
+ Little fish!
+
+ g
+
+ G was once a little goose,
+ Goosy,
+ Moosy,
+ Boosey,
+ Goosey,
+ Waddly-woosy,
+ Little goose!
+
+ h
+
+ H was once a little hen,
+ Henny,
+ Chenny,
+ Tenny,
+ Henny,
+ Eggsy-any,
+ Little hen?
+
+ i
+
+ I was once a bottle of ink,
+ Inky,
+ Dinky,
+ Thinky,
+ Inky,
+ Blacky minky,
+ Bottle of ink!
+
+ j
+
+ J was once a jar of jam,
+ Jammy,
+ Mammy,
+ Clammy,
+ Jammy,
+ Sweety, swammy,
+ Jar of jam!
+
+ k
+
+ K was once a little kite,
+ Kity,
+ Whity,
+ Flighty,
+ Kity,
+ Out of sighty,
+ Little kite!
+
+ l
+
+ L was once a little lark,
+ Larky,
+ Marky,
+ Harky,
+ Larky,
+ In the parky,
+ Little lark!
+
+ m
+
+ M was once a little mouse,
+ Mousy,
+ Bousy,
+ Sousy,
+ Mousy,
+ In the housy,
+ Little mouse!
+
+ n
+
+ N was once a little needle,
+ Needly,
+ Tweedly,
+ Threedly,
+ Needly,
+ Wisky, wheedly,
+ Little needle!
+
+ o
+
+ O was once a little owl,
+ Owly,
+ Prowly,
+ Howly,
+ Owly,
+ Browny fowly,
+ Little owl!
+
+ p
+
+ P was once a little pump,
+ Pumpy,
+ Slumpy,
+ Flumpy,
+ Pumpy,
+ Dumpy, thumpy,
+ Little pump!
+
+ q
+
+ Q was once a little quail,
+ Quaily,
+ Faily,
+ Daily,
+ Quaily,
+ Stumpy-taily,
+ Little quail!
+
+ r
+
+ R was once a little rose,
+ Rosy,
+ Posy,
+ Nosy,
+ Rosy,
+ Blows-y, grows-y,
+ Little rose!
+
+ s
+
+ S was once a little shrimp,
+ Shrimpy,
+ Nimpy,
+ Flimpy,
+ Shrimpy,
+ Jumpy, jimpy,
+ Little shrimp!
+
+ t
+
+ T was once a little thrush,
+ Thrushy,
+ Hushy,
+ Bushy,
+ Thrushy,
+ Flitty, flushy,
+ Little thrush!
+
+ u
+
+ U was once a little urn,
+ Urny,
+ Burny,
+ Turny,
+ Urny,
+ Bubbly, burny,
+ Little urn!
+
+ v
+
+ V was once a little vine,
+ Viny,
+ Winy,
+ Twiny,
+ Viny,
+ Twisty-twiny,
+ Little vine!
+
+ w
+
+ W was once a whale,
+ Whaly,
+ Scaly,
+ Shaly,
+ Whaly,
+ Tumbly-taily,
+ Mighty whale!
+
+ x
+
+ X was once a great king Xerxes,
+ Xerxy,
+ Perxy,
+ Turxy,
+ Xerxy,
+ Linxy, lurxy,
+ Great King Xerxes!
+
+ y
+
+ Y was once a little yew,
+ Yewdy,
+ Fewdy,
+ Crudy,
+ Yewdy,
+ Growdy, grewdy,
+ Little yew!
+
+ z
+
+ Z was once a piece of zinc,
+ Tinky,
+ Winky,
+ Blinky,
+ Tinky,
+ Tinkly minky,
+ Piece of zinc!
+
+ Edward Lear.
+
+
+_A was an Ant_
+
+ A was an ant
+ Who seldom stood still,
+ And who made a nice house
+ In the side of a hill.
+ a
+ Nice little ant!
+
+ B was a book
+ With a binding of blue,
+ And pictures and stories
+ For me and for you.
+ b
+ Nice little book!
+
+ C was a cat
+ Who ran after a rat;
+ But his courage did fail
+ When she seized on his tail.
+ c
+ Crafty old cat!
+
+ D was a duck
+ With spots on his back,
+ Who lived in the water,
+ And always said "Quack!"
+ d
+ Dear little duck!
+
+ E was an elephant,
+ Stately and wise:
+ He had tusks and a trunk,
+ And two queer little eyes.
+ e
+ Oh, what funny small eyes!
+
+ F was a fish
+ Who was caught in a net;
+ But he got out again,
+ And is quite alive yet.
+ f
+ Lively young fish!
+
+ G was a goat
+ Who was spotted with brown:
+ When he did not lie still
+ He walked up and down.
+ g
+ Good little goat!
+
+ H was a hat
+ Which was all on one side;
+ Its crown was too high,
+ And its brim was too wide.
+ h
+ Oh, what a hat!
+
+ I was some ice
+ So white and so nice,
+ But which nobody tasted;
+ And so it was wasted.
+ i
+ All that good ice!
+
+ J was a jackdaw
+ Who hopped up and down
+ In the principal street
+ Of a neighboring town.
+ j
+ All through the town!
+
+ K was a kite
+ Which flew out of sight,
+ Above houses so high,
+ Quite into the sky.
+ k
+ Fly away, kite!
+
+ L was a light
+ Which burned all the night,
+ And lighted the gloom
+ Of a very dark room.
+ l
+ Useful nice light!
+
+ M was a mill
+ Which stood on a hill,
+ And turned round and round
+ With a loud hummy sound.
+ m
+ Useful old mill!
+
+ N was a net
+ Which was thrown in the sea
+ To catch fish for dinner
+ For you and for me.
+ n
+ Nice little net!
+
+ O was an orange
+ So yellow and round:
+ When it fell off the tree,
+ It fell down to the ground.
+ o
+ Down to the ground!
+
+ P was a pig,
+ Who was not very big;
+ But his tail was too curly,
+ And that made him surly.
+ p
+ Cross little pig!
+
+ Q was a quail
+ With a very short tail;
+ And he fed upon corn
+ In the evening and morn.
+ q
+ Quaint little quail!
+
+ R was a rabbit,
+ Who had a bad habit
+ Of eating the flowers
+ In gardens and bowers.
+ r
+ Naughty fat rabbit!
+
+ S was the sugar-tongs,
+ Nippity-nee,
+ To take up the sugar
+ To put in our tea.
+ s
+ Nippity-nee!
+
+ T was a tortoise,
+ All yellow and black:
+ He walked slowly away,
+ And he never came back.
+ t
+ Torty never came back!
+
+ U was an urn
+ All polished and bright,
+ And full of hot water
+ At noon and at night.
+ u
+ Useful old urn!
+
+ V was a villa
+ Which stood on a hill,
+ By the side of a river,
+ And close to a mill.
+ v
+ Nice little villa!
+
+ W was a whale
+ With a very long tail,
+ Whose movements were frantic
+ Across the Atlantic.
+ w
+ Monstrous old whale!
+
+ X was King Xerxes,
+ Who, more than all Turks, is
+ Renowned for his fashion
+ Of fury and passion.
+ x
+ Angry old Xerxes!
+
+ Y was a yew,
+ Which flourished and grew
+ By a quiet abode
+ Near the side of a road.
+ y
+ Dark little yew!
+
+ Z was some zinc,
+ So shiny and bright,
+ Which caused you to wink
+ In the sun's merry light.
+ z
+ Beautiful zinc!
+
+ Edward Lear.
+
+
+_The Table and the Chair_
+
+I
+
+ Said the Table to the Chair,
+ "You can hardly be aware
+ How I suffer from the heat
+ And from chilblains on my feet.
+ If we took a little walk,
+ We might have a little talk;
+ Pray let us take the air,"
+ Said the Table to the Chair.
+
+II
+
+ Said the Chair unto the Table,
+ "Now, you _know_ we are not able:
+ How foolishly you talk,
+ When you know we _cannot_ walk!"
+ Said the Table with a sigh,
+ "It can do no harm to try.
+ I've as many legs as you:
+ Why can't we walk on two?"
+
+III
+
+ So they both went slowly down,
+ And walked about the town
+ With a cheerful bumpy sound
+ As they toddled round and round;
+ And everybody cried,
+ As they hastened to their side,
+ "See! the Table and the Chair
+ Have come out to take the air!"
+
+IV
+
+ But in going down an alley,
+ To a castle in a valley,
+ They completely lost their way,
+ And wandered all the day;
+ Till, to see them safely back,
+ They paid a Ducky-quack,
+ And a Beetle, and a Mouse,
+ Who took them to their house.
+
+V
+
+ Then they whispered to each other,
+ "O delightful little brother,
+ What a lovely walk we've taken!
+ Let us dine on beans and bacon."
+ So the Ducky and the leetle
+ Browny-Mousy and the Beetle
+ Dined, and danced upon their heads
+ Till they toddled to their beds.
+
+ Edward Lear.
+
+
+_Feeding the Fairies_
+
+ Fairies, fairies, come and be fed,
+ Come and be fed like hens and cocks;
+ Hither and thither with delicate tread,
+ Flutter around me in fairy flocks.
+ Come, little fairies, from far and near;
+ Come, little fairies, I know you can fly;
+ Who can be dear if _you_ are not dear?
+ And who is so fond of a fairy as I?
+
+ Fairies, fairies, come if you please,
+ Nod your heads and ruffle your wings,
+ Marching in order or standing at ease,
+ Frolicsome fairies are dear little things!
+ Golden the grain and silver the rice,
+ Pleasant the crumbs from Mama's own bread,
+ Currants pick'd out of the pudding are nice--
+ Fairies, fairies, come and be fed!
+
+ Hushaby, oh! hushaby, oh!
+ Hide by the door--keep very still--
+ I must be gentle, I must speak low,
+ Or frighten the fairies I certainly will.
+ Fairies are easily frighten'd, I know;
+ They are so small, we must pity their fears.
+ Hushaby, oh! hushaby, oh!
+ Coax them and humour them--poor little dears!
+
+ Fairies, fairies, why don't you come?
+ Fairies, fairies, wherefore delay?
+ In a few minutes I must run home--
+ Cross little creatures! you know I can't stay!
+ See how I scatter your beautiful food--
+ Good little fairies would come when I call;
+ Fairies, fairies, _won't_ you be good?
+ What is the use of my speaking at all?
+
+ "Two Friends."
+
+
+_The Fairy_
+
+ Oh, who is so merry
+ As the light-hearted fairy?
+ He dances and sings
+ To the sound of his wings,
+ With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
+
+ Oh, who is so merry
+ As the light-hearted fairy?
+ His nectar he sips
+ From the primrose's lips,
+ With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
+
+ Oh, who is so merry
+ As the light-hearted fairy?
+ His night is the noon,
+ And his sun is the moon,
+ With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+
+
+V
+
+THE QUEEN-MOTHER'S COUNSEL
+
+
+_A Thought_[7]
+
+ It is very nice to think
+ The world is full of meat and drink,
+ With little children saying grace
+ In every Christian kind of place.
+
+ Robert Louis Stevenson.
+
+[Footnote 7: _From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+_Inscription for My Little Son's Silver Plate_[8]
+
+ When thou dost eat from off this plate,
+ I charge thee be thou temperate;
+ Unto thine elders at the board
+ Do thou sweet reverence accord;
+ And, though to dignity inclined,
+ Unto the serving-folk be kind;
+ Be ever mindful of the poor,
+ Nor turn them hungry from the door;
+ And unto God, for health and food
+ And all that in thy life is good,
+ Give thou thy heart in gratitude.
+
+ Eugene Field.
+
+[Footnote 8: _From "The Book of Joyous Children," copyright, 1902, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+_Praise God_
+
+ Praise God for wheat, so white and sweet.
+ Of which to make our bread!
+ Praise God for yellow corn, with which
+ His waiting world is fed!
+ Praise God for fish and flesh and fowl
+ He gave to men for food!
+ Praise God for every creature which
+ He made and called it good!
+
+ Praise God for winter's store of ice,
+ Praise God for summer's heat!
+ Praise God for fruit trees bearing seed,
+ "To you it is for meat!"
+ Praise God for all the bounty
+ By which the world is fed!
+ Praise God, ye children all, to whom
+ He gives your daily bread!
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Eyes of God_
+
+ God watches o'er us all the day,
+ At home, at school, and at our play;
+ And when the sun has left the skies
+ He watches with a million eyes.
+
+ Gabriel Setoun.
+
+
+_Kindness to Animals_
+
+ Little children, never give
+ Pain to things that feel and live:
+ Let the gentle robin come
+ For the crumbs you save at home,--
+ As his meat you throw along
+ He'll repay you with a song;
+ Never hurt the timid hare
+ Peeping from her green grass lair,
+ Let her come and sport and play
+ On the lawn at close of day;
+ The little lark goes soaring high
+ To the bright windows of the sky,
+ Singing as if 'twere always spring,
+ And fluttering on an untired wing,--
+ Oh! let him sing his happy song,
+ Nor do these gentle creatures wrong.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_How Doth the Little Busy Bee_
+
+ How doth the little busy bee
+ Improve each shining hour,
+ And gather honey all the day
+ From every opening flow'r!
+
+ How skilfully she builds her cell!
+ How neat she spreads the wax!
+ And labours hard to store it well
+ With the sweet food she makes.
+
+ In works of labour or of skill,
+ I would be busy too;
+ For Satan finds some mischief still
+ For idle hands to do.
+
+ In books, or work, or healthful play,
+ Let my first years be past,
+ That I may give for ev'ry day
+ Some good account at last.
+
+ Isaac Watts.
+
+
+_Deeds of Kindness_
+
+ Suppose the little cowslip
+ Should hang its golden cup,
+ And say, "I'm such a tiny flower,
+ I'd better not grow up."
+ How many a weary traveller
+ Would miss its fragrant smell!
+ How many a little child would grieve
+ To lose it from the dell!
+
+ Suppose the glistening dewdrop
+ Upon the grass should say,
+ "What can a little dewdrop do?
+ I'd better roll away."
+ The blade on which it rested,
+ Before the day was done,
+ Without a drop to moisten it,
+ Would wither in the sun.
+
+ Suppose the little breezes,
+ Upon a summer's day,
+ Should think themselves too small to cool
+ The traveller on his way:
+ Who would not miss the smallest
+ And softest ones that blow,
+ And think they made a great mistake,
+ If they were talking so?
+
+ How many deeds of kindness
+ A little child may do,
+ Although it has so little strength,
+ And little wisdom too!
+ It wants a loving spirit,
+ Much more than strength, to prove
+ How many things a child may do
+ For others by its love.
+
+ F. P.
+
+
+_Good Advice_
+
+ Seldom "can't,"
+ Seldom "don't";
+ Never "shan't,"
+ Never "won't."
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti.
+
+
+_I'll Try_
+
+ Two Robin Redbreasts built their nest
+ Within a hollow tree;
+ The hen sat quietly at home,
+ The cock sang merrily;
+ And all the little robins said:
+ "Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee."
+
+ One day the sun was warm and bright,
+ And shining in the sky,
+ Cock Robin said: "My little dears,
+ 'Tis time you learned to fly";
+ And all the little young ones said:
+ "I'll try, I'll try, I'll try."
+
+ I know a child, and who she is
+ I'll tell you by and by,
+ When mother says "Do this," or "that,"
+ She says "What for?" and "Why?"
+ She'd be a better child by far
+ If she would say "I'll try."
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_Clothes_
+
+ Although my clothes are fine and gay
+ They should not make me vain,
+ For Nurse can take them all away,
+ And put them on again.
+
+ Each flower _grows_ her pretty gown,
+ So does each little weed,
+ Their dresses are their very own,
+ They may be proud indeed!
+
+ Abbie Farwell Brown.
+
+
+_A Music Box_
+
+ I am a little Music Box
+ Wound up and made to go,
+ And play my little living-tune
+ The best way that I know.
+
+ If I am naughty, cross, or rude
+ The music will go wrong,
+ My little works be tangled up,
+ And spoil the pretty song.
+
+ I must be very sweet and good
+ And happy all the day,
+ And then the little Music Box
+ In tune will always play.
+
+ Abbie Farwell Brown.
+
+
+_If Ever I See_
+
+ If ever I see,
+ On bush or tree,
+ Young birds in their pretty nest,
+ I must not in play,
+ Steal the birds away,
+ To grieve their mother's breast.
+
+ My mother, I know,
+ Would sorrow so,
+ Should I be stolen away;
+ So I'll speak to the birds
+ In my softest words,
+ Nor hurt them in my play.
+
+ And when they can fly
+ In the bright blue sky,
+ They'll warble a song to me;
+ And then if I'm sad
+ It will make me glad
+ To think they are happy and free.
+
+ Lydia Maria Child.
+
+
+_Employment_
+
+ Who'll come and play with me here under the tree,
+ My sisters have left me alone;
+ My sweet little Sparrow, come hither to me,
+ And play with me while they are gone.
+
+ O no, little lady, I can't come, indeed,
+ I've no time to idle away,
+ I've got all my dear little children to feed,
+ And my nest to new cover with hay.
+
+ Pretty Bee, do not buzz about over the flower,
+ But come here and play with me, do:
+ The Sparrow won't come and stay with me an hour
+ But stay, pretty Bee--will not you?
+
+ O no, little lady, for do not you see,
+ Those must work who would prosper and thrive,
+ If I play, they would call me a sad idle bee,
+ And perhaps turn me out of the hive.
+
+ Stop! stop! little Ant--do not run off so fast,
+ Wait with me a little and play:
+ I hope I shall find a companion at last,
+ You are not so busy as they.
+
+ O no, little lady, I can't stay with you,
+ We're not made to play, but to labor:
+ I always have something or other to do,
+ If not for myself, for a neighbor.
+
+ What then, have they all some employment but me,
+ Who lie lounging here like a dunce?
+ O then, like the Ant, and the Sparrow, and Bee,
+ I'll go to my lesson at once.
+
+ Jane Taylor.
+
+
+_Stitching_
+
+ A pocket handkerchief to hem--
+ Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
+ How many stitches it will take
+ Before it's done, I fear.
+
+ Yet set a stitch and then a stitch,
+ And stitch and stitch away,
+ Till stitch by stitch the hem is done--
+ And after work is play!
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti.
+
+
+_Learning to Play_
+
+ Upon a tall piano stool
+ I have to sit and play
+ A stupid finger exercise
+ For half an hour a day.
+
+ They call it "playing," but to me
+ It's not a bit of fun.
+ I _play_ when I am out of doors,
+ Where I can jump and run.
+
+ But Mother says the little birds
+ Who sing so nicely now,
+ Had first to learn, and practice too,
+ All sitting on a bough.
+
+ And maybe if I practice hard,
+ Like them, I too, some day,
+ Shall make the pretty music sound;
+ Then I shall call it "play."
+
+ Abbie Farwell Brown.
+
+
+_In Trust_[9]
+
+ It's coming, boys,
+ It's almost here;
+ It's coming, girls,
+ The grand New Year!
+
+ A year to be glad in,
+ Not to be bad in;
+ A year to live in,
+ To gain and give in;
+ A year for trying,
+ And not for sighing;
+ A year for striving
+ And hearty thriving;
+ A bright new year.
+ Oh! hold it dear;
+ For God who sendeth
+ He only lendeth.
+
+ Mary Mapes Dodge.
+
+[Footnote 9: _From "Rhymes and Jingles," copyright, 1874, 1904, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+
+
+VI
+
+THE PALACE BED-TIME
+
+
+_Watching Angels_
+
+ Angels at the foot,
+ And Angels at the head,
+ And like a curly little lamb
+ My pretty babe in bed.
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti.
+
+
+_The Story of Baby's Blanket_
+
+ Once a little Baby,
+ On a sunny day,
+ Out among the daisies
+ Took his happy way.
+ Little lambs were frisking
+ In the fields so green,
+ While the fleecy mothers
+ All at rest were seen.
+
+ For a while the Baby
+ Played and played and played;
+ Then he sat and rested
+ In the pleasant shade.
+ Soon a Sheep came near him,
+ Growing very bold,
+ And this wondrous story
+ To the Baby told:
+
+ "Baby's little blanket,
+ Socks and worsted ball,
+ Winter cap and mittens,
+ And his flannels all,
+ And his pretty afghan
+ Warm and soft and fine,
+ Once as wool were growing
+ On this back of mine!
+
+ "And the soft bed blankets,
+ For his cosey sleep,
+ These were also given
+ By his friends, the sheep."
+ Such the wondrous story
+ That the Baby heard:
+ Did he understand it?
+ Not a single word!
+
+ Emilie Poulsson.
+
+
+_The Story of Baby's Pillow_
+
+ These are the Eggs that were put in a nest;
+ These are the Goslings in yellow down drest.
+
+ This is the Farmyard where, living in peace,
+ All the young Goslings grew up to be Geese.
+
+ Here's the Goose family waddling about--
+ In a procession they always walk out.
+
+ This is the Farmer who said, "Every Goose
+ Now has some feathers on, ready for use."
+
+ This is the Farmer's Wife, plucking with care
+ All of the feathers the Geese can well spare.
+
+ This is the Pillow the Merchant displayed:
+ "Yes, of the finest Goose-feathers 'tis made."
+
+ This is the Mother who put on its case,
+ Laid the wee Pillow away in its place.
+
+ This is the Crib with its furnishings white,
+ This the dear Baby who bids you "Good-night."
+
+ Emilie Poulsson.
+
+
+_The New Moon_
+
+ Dear mother, how pretty
+ The moon looks to-night!
+ She was never so cunning before;
+ Her two little horns
+ Are so sharp and so bright,
+ I hope she'll not grow any more.
+
+ If I were up there
+ With you and my friends,
+ I'd rock in it nicely, you see;
+ I'd sit in the middle
+ And hold by both ends;
+ O, what a bright cradle 'twould be!
+
+ I would call to the stars
+ To keep out of the way,
+ Lest we should rock over their toes,
+ And there I would rock
+ Till the dawn of the day,
+ And see where the pretty moon goes.
+
+ And there we would stay
+ In the beautiful skies,
+ And through the bright clouds we would roam;
+ We would see the sun set,
+ And see the sun rise,
+ And on the next rainbow come home.
+
+ Eliza Lee Follen.
+
+
+_Lady Moon_
+
+ Lady moon, lady moon,
+ Sailing so high!
+ Drop down to baby
+ From out the clear sky;
+ Babykin, babykin,
+ Down far below,
+ I hear thee calling,
+ But I cannot go.
+
+ But lady moon sendeth thee
+ Soft shining rays;
+ Moon loves the baby,
+ The moonlight says.
+ In her house dark and blue,
+ Though she must stay,
+ Kindly she'll watch thee
+ Till dawns the new day.
+
+ Kate Kellogg.
+
+
+_The Star_
+
+ Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
+ How I wonder what you are!
+ Up above the world so high,
+ Like a diamond in the sky.
+
+ When the blazing sun is gone,
+ When he nothing shines upon,
+ Then you show your little light,
+ Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
+
+ Then the traveller in the dark
+ Thanks you for your tiny spark:
+ He could not see which way to go,
+ If you did not twinkle so.
+
+ In the dark-blue sky you keep,
+ And often through my curtains peep,
+ For you never shut your eye
+ Till the sun is in the sky.
+
+ As your bright and tiny spark
+ Lights the traveller in the dark,
+ Though I know not what you are,
+ Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Child's Star_
+
+ The star that watched above your sleep has just put out his light.
+ "Good day, to you on earth," he said, "is here in heav'n, good night."
+ "But tell the child when he awakes, to watch for my return,
+ For I'll hang out my lamp again, when his begins to burn."
+
+ John B. Tabb.
+
+
+_Do You Know How Many Stars?_
+
+ Do you know how many stars
+ There are shining in the skies?
+ Do you know how many clouds
+ Ev'ry day go floating by?
+ God in heaven has counted all,
+ He would miss one should it fall.
+
+ Do you know how many children
+ Go to little beds at night,
+ And without a care or sorrow,
+ Wake up in the morning light?
+ God in heaven each name can tell,
+ Loves you, too, and loves you well.
+
+ From the German.
+
+
+_Where Do All the Daisies Go?_
+
+ Where do all the daisies go?
+ I know, I know!
+ Underneath the snow they creep,
+ Nod their little heads and sleep,
+ In the springtime out they peep;
+ That is where they go!
+
+ Where do all the birdies go?
+ I know, I know!
+ Far away from winter snow
+ To the fair, warm South they go;
+ There they stay till daisies blow,
+ That is where they go!
+
+ Where do all the babies go?
+ I know, I know!
+ In the glancing firelight warm,
+ Safely sheltered from all harm,
+ Soft they lie on mother's arm,
+ That is where they go!
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Sweetest Place_
+
+ A meadow for the little lambs;
+ A honey hive for bees;
+ And pretty nests for singing birds
+ Among the leafy trees.
+ There's rest for all the little ones
+ In one place or another;
+ But who has half so sweet a place
+ As baby with her mother?
+
+ The little chickens cuddle close,
+ Beneath the old hen's wing;
+ "Peep! Peep!" they say; "we're not afraid
+ Of dark or any thing."
+ So, safe and sound, they nestle there,
+ The one beside the other;
+ But safer, happier, by far,
+ Is baby with her mother.
+
+ Mary F. Butts.
+
+
+_Good-Night_
+
+ Little baby, lay your head
+ On your pretty cradle-bed;
+ Shut your eye-peeps, now the day
+ And the light are gone away;
+ All the clothes are tucked in tight;
+ Little baby dear, good-night.
+
+ Yes, my darling, well I know
+ How the bitter wind doth blow;
+ And the winter's snow and rain
+ Patter on the window-pane:
+ But they cannot come in here,
+ To my little baby dear;
+
+ For the window shutteth fast,
+ Till the stormy night is past;
+ And the curtains warm are spread
+ Round about her cradle-bed:
+ So till morning shineth bright,
+ Little baby dear, good-night.
+
+ Jane Taylor.
+
+
+_Nursery Song_
+
+ As I walked over the hill one day,
+ I listened, and heard a mother-sheep say,
+ "In all the green world there is nothing so sweet
+ As my little lamb, with his nimble feet;
+ With his eye so bright,
+ And his wool so white,
+ Oh, he is my darling, my heart's delight!"
+ And the mother-sheep and her little one
+ Side by side lay down in the sun;
+ And they went to sleep on the hill-side warm,
+ While my little lammie lies here on my arm.
+
+ I went to the kitchen, and what did I see
+ But the old gray cat with her kittens three!
+ I heard her whispering soft: said she,
+ "My kittens, with tails so cunningly curled,
+ Are the prettiest things that can be in the world.
+ The bird on the tree,
+ And the old ewe she,
+ May love their babies exceedingly;
+ But I love my kittens there,
+ Under the rocking-chair.
+ I love my kittens with all my might,
+ I love them at morning, noon, and night.
+ Now I'll take up my kitties, the kitties I love,
+ And we'll lie down together beneath the warm stove."
+ Let the kittens sleep under the stove so warm,
+ While my little darling lies here on my arm.
+
+ I went to the yard, and I saw the old hen
+ Go clucking about with her chickens ten;
+ She clucked and she scratched and she bustled away,
+ And what do you think I heard the hen say?
+ I heard her say, "The sun never did shine
+ On anything like to these chickens of mine.
+ You may hunt the full moon and the stars, if you please,
+ But you never will find ten such chickens as these.
+ My dear, downy darlings, my sweet little things,
+ Come, nestle now cozily under my wings."
+ So the hen said,
+ And the chickens all sped
+ As fast as they could to their nice feather bed.
+ And there let them sleep, in their feathers so warm,
+ While my little chick lies here on my arm.
+
+ Mrs. Carter.
+
+
+_How They Sleep_
+
+ Some things go to sleep in such a funny way:
+ Little birds stand on one leg and tuck their heads away;
+
+ Chickens do the same, standing on their perch;
+ Little mice lie soft and still as if they were in church;
+
+ Kittens curl up close in such a funny ball;
+ Horses hang their sleepy heads and stand still in a stall;
+
+ Sometimes dogs stretch out, or curl up in a heap;
+ Cows lie down upon their sides when they would go to sleep.
+
+ But little babies dear are snugly tucked in beds,
+ Warm with blankets, all so soft, and pillows for their heads.
+
+ Bird and beast and babe--I wonder which of all
+ Dream the dearest dreams that down from dreamland fall!
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_Baby-Land_
+
+ Which is the way to Baby-Land?
+ Any one can tell;
+ Up one flight,
+ To your right;
+ Please to ring the bell.
+
+ What can you see in Baby-Land?
+ Little folks in white,
+ Downy heads,
+ Cradle-beds,
+ Faces pure and bright.
+
+ What do they do in Baby-Land?
+ Dream and wake and play,
+ Laugh and crow,
+ Shout and grow,
+ Jolly times have they.
+
+ What do they say in Baby-Land?
+ Why, the oddest things;
+ Might as well
+ Try to tell
+ What a birdie sings.
+
+ Who is the queen of Baby-Land?
+ Mother kind and sweet;
+ And her love,
+ Born above,
+ Guides the little feet.
+
+ George Cooper.
+
+
+_Lullaby_
+
+ Baby wants a lullaby;
+ Where should mother find it?
+ In a bird's nest rocked on high;
+ Birdie, birdie lined it;
+ Find it under birdie's wing,--
+ Soft birdie's feather;--
+ O the downy, downy thing!
+ O the summer weather!
+
+ Baby wants a lullaby;
+ Where shall sister find it?
+ In a soft cloud of the sky,
+ With white wool behind it;
+ Watch you may, but cannot guess
+ If the cloud has motion,
+ Such a perfect calm there is
+ In the airy ocean.
+
+ O the land of Lullabies!
+ Where shall father find it?
+ Safe in mother's breast it lies,
+ With her arms to bind it;
+ O a soft and sleepy song!
+ Sleep, baby blossom!
+ Sleep is short, sleep is long,
+ Sweet is mother's bosom!
+
+ William Brighty Rands.
+
+
+_A Cradle Song_
+
+ What does little birdie say
+ In her nest at peep of day?
+ Let me fly, says little birdie,
+ Mother, let me fly away.
+ Birdie, rest a little longer,
+ Till the little wings are stronger.
+ So she rests a little longer,
+ Then she flies away.
+
+ What does little baby say,
+ In her bed at peep of day?
+ Baby says, like little birdie,
+ Let me rise and fly away.
+ Baby, sleep a little longer,
+ Till the little limbs are stronger.
+ If she sleeps a little longer,
+ Baby too shall fly away.
+
+ Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
+
+
+_Good-night Prayer for a Little Child_
+
+ Father, unto Thee I pray,
+ Thou hast guarded me all day;
+ Safe I am while in Thy sight,
+ Safely let me sleep to-night.
+
+ Bless my friends, the whole world bless,
+ Help me to learn helpfulness;
+ Keep me ever in Thy sight:
+ So to all I say Good-night.
+
+ Henry Johnstone.
+
+
+_The Sleepy Song_[10]
+
+ As soon as the fire burns red and low
+ And the house upstairs is still,
+ She sings me a queer little sleepy song,
+ Of sheep that go over the hill.
+
+ The good little sheep run quick and soft,
+ Their colors are gray and white;
+ They follow their leader nose and tail,
+ For they must be home by night.
+
+ And one slips over, and one comes next,
+ And one runs after behind;
+ The gray one's nose at the white one's tail,
+ The top of the hill they find.
+
+ And when they get to the top of the hill
+ They quietly slip away,
+ But one runs over and one comes next--
+ Their colors are white and gray.
+
+ And over they go, and over they go,
+ And over the top of the hill
+ The good little sheep run quick and soft,
+ And the house upstairs is still.
+
+ And one slips over and one comes next,
+ The good little, gray little sheep!
+ I watch how the fire burns red and low,
+ And she says that I fall asleep.
+
+ Josephine Daskam Bacon.
+
+[Footnote 10: From "Poems," copyright, 1903, by Chas. Scribner's
+Sons.]
+
+
+_Minnie and Winnie_
+
+ Minnie and Winnie
+ Slept in a shell.
+ Sleep, little ladies!
+ And they slept well.
+
+ Pink was the shell within,
+ Silver without;
+ Sounds of the great sea
+ Wandered about.
+
+ Sleep, little ladies!
+ Wake not soon!
+ Echo on echo
+ Dies to the moon.
+
+ Two bright stars
+ Peeped into the shell.
+ "What are they dreaming of?
+ Who can tell?"
+
+ Started a green linnet
+ Out of the croft;
+ Wake, little ladies!
+ The sun is aloft.
+
+ Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
+
+
+_Queen Mab_
+
+ A little fairy comes at night;
+ Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,
+ With silver spots upon her wings,
+ And from the moon she flutters down.
+
+ She has a little silver wand,
+ And when a good child goes to bed,
+ She weaves her wand from right to left,
+ And makes a circle round its head.
+
+ And then it dreams of pleasant things--
+ Of fountains filled with fairy fish,
+ And trees that bear delicious fruit,
+ And bow their branches at a wish;
+
+ Of arbors filled with dainty scents
+ From lovely flowers that never fade,
+ Bright flies that glitter in the sun,
+ And glow-worms shining in the shade;
+
+ And talking birds with gifted tongues
+ For singing songs and telling tales,
+ And pretty dwarfs to show the way
+ Through fairy hills and fairy dales.
+
+ Thomas Hood.
+
+
+_A Boy's Mother_[11]
+
+ My mother she's so good to me,
+ Ef I was good as I could be,
+ I couldn't be as good--no, sir!--
+ Can't any boy be good as her.
+
+ She loves me when I'm glad er sad;
+ She loves me when I'm good er bad;
+ An', what's a funniest thing, she says
+ She loves me when she punishes.
+
+ I don't like her to punish me,--
+ That don't hurt,--but it hurts to see
+ Her cryin'.--Nen _I_ cry; an' nen
+ We both cry an' be good again.
+
+ She loves me when she cuts an' sews
+ My little cloak an' Sund'y clothes;
+ An' when my Pa comes home to tea,
+ She loves him most as much as me.
+
+ She laughs an' tells him all I said,
+ An' grabs me up an' pats my head;
+ An' I hug _her_, an' hug my Pa,
+ An' love him purt' nigh much as Ma.
+
+ James Whitcomb Riley.
+
+[Footnote 11: _From "Rhymes of Childhood," copyright, 1905, and by
+special permission of the publishers, The Bobbs-Merrill Company._]
+
+
+_Our Mother_
+
+ Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
+ Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
+ Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
+ Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather,
+
+ Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
+ Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
+ Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
+ But only one mother the wide world over.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+ Said I to myself, here's a chance for me,
+ The Lilliput Laureate for to be!
+ And these are the Specimens I sent in
+ To Pinafore Palace. Shall I win?
+
+ William Brighty Rands.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+INDEX
+
+
+A BOY'S MOTHER, 238
+
+A cat came fiddling, 55
+
+A CRADLE SONG, 233
+
+A DEWDROP, 129
+
+A farmer went trotting, 23
+
+A HAPPY CHILD, 121
+
+A little boy and a little girl, 77
+
+A little boy once played so loud, 178
+
+A LITTLE BOY'S POCKET, 180
+
+A little fairy comes at night, 237
+
+Although my clothes are fine and gay, 211
+
+A meadow for the little lambs, 226
+
+A MUSIC BOX, 211
+
+A MYSTERY, 138
+
+Angels at the foot, 219
+
+ANNIE'S GARDEN, 134
+
+A pocket handkerchief to hem, 214
+
+A pool in a garden green, 149
+
+A. APPLE PIE, 182
+
+A PUPPY'S PROBLEM, 168
+
+AROUND THE WORLD, 115
+
+As I walked over the hill one day, 228
+
+As I was going o'er Westminster bridge, 96
+
+As I was going to St. Ives, 96
+
+As I went through the garden gap, 95
+
+As round as an apple, as deep as a cup, 94
+
+As soft as silk, as white as milk, 95
+
+As soon as the fire burns red and low, 234
+
+A sunshiny shower, 102
+
+A swarm of bees in May, 101
+
+As the days grow longer, 102
+
+As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks, 57
+
+A TEA-PARTY, 114
+
+A THOUGHT, 205
+
+A WAS AN ANT, 190
+
+A was an ant, 190
+
+A was once an apple-pie, 182
+
+
+Baa, baa, black sheep, 32
+
+BABY-LAND, 231
+
+Baby mustn't frown, 128
+
+Baby wants a lullaby, 232
+
+Baby wants his breakfast, 34
+
+BABY'S BREAKFAST, 34
+
+BABY'S FRIENDS, 29
+
+BABY'S JOURNEYS, 21
+
+BABY'S HUSH-A-BYES, 15
+
+BABY'S PLAYS, 3
+
+BEES, 133
+
+Bees don't care about the snow, 133
+
+Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, 43
+
+Betty Pringle had a little pig, 33
+
+Between the hill and the brook, ook, ook, 54
+
+Black within and red without, 93
+
+Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go! 8
+
+Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea, 39
+
+BOSSY AND THE DAISY, 161
+
+Bow-wow-wow! 8
+
+Brave news is come to town, 58
+
+Brow bender, 3
+
+Bye, baby bunting, 15
+
+
+CHICKENS IN TROUBLE, 163
+
+Children go, 111
+
+Clap, clap handies, 5
+
+CLOTHES, 211
+
+Cock crows in the morn, 101
+
+Come, Charles, blow the trumpet, 112
+
+Come hither, little puppy-dog, 51
+
+Come hither, sweet Robin, 34
+
+COME LITTLE LEAVES, 151
+
+"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day, 151
+
+Come! supper is ready, 159
+
+COUNTING OUT, 114
+
+Cross-patch, 105
+
+CUDDLE DOWN DOLLY, 117
+
+Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine? 43
+
+Cushy, cow bonny, let down thy milk, 33
+
+
+Dance, little baby, dance up high, 22
+
+Dance to your daddy, 6
+
+Dear, dear! what can the matter be? 53
+
+Dear mother, how pretty, 221
+
+DEEDS OF KINDNESS, 208
+
+Ding, dong, bell, 78
+
+"Don't pick all the flowers!" cried Daisy one day, 139
+
+Down in a dark dungeon I saw a brave knight, 94
+
+DO YOU GUESS IT IS I? 97
+
+DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY STARS? 224
+
+Do you know how many stars, 224
+
+Do you know what's in my pottet? 180
+
+
+Eight fingers, 8
+
+Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess, 95
+
+EMPLOYMENT, 213
+
+Evening red and morning gray, 102
+
+Every evening Baby goes, 25
+
+EXTREMES, 178
+
+
+Fairies, fairies, come and be fed, 199
+
+Father, unto Thee I pray 234
+
+FEEDING THE FAIRIES, 199
+
+Flour of England, fruit of Spain, 96
+
+Flowers from clods of clay and mud! 138
+
+FOLLOW ME! 111
+
+FOOT SOLDIERS, 5
+
+For every ill beneath the sun, 103
+
+For want of a nail, the shoe was lost, 105
+
+FOUR PETS, 168
+
+
+Gay go up and gay go down, 60
+
+Girls and boys, come out to play, 60
+
+God watches o'er us all the day, 206
+
+GOOD ADVICE, 210
+
+GOOD-NIGHT, 227
+
+GOOD-NIGHT PRAYER FOR A LITTLE CHILD, 234
+
+Goosey, goosey, gander, 48
+
+Go to bed first, 104
+
+GRANDMOTHER'S WISDOM, 101
+
+Great King Sun is out in the cold, 137
+
+GUESS-ME-QUICKS, 93
+
+
+Hearts, like doors, will ope with ease, 105
+
+He that would thrive, 101
+
+Here sits the Lord Mayor, 3
+
+Hey! diddle diddle, 50
+
+Hey diddle, dinkety, poppety, pet, 24
+
+Hey, my kitten, my kitten, 24
+
+Hickory, dickory, dock, 55
+
+Higher than a house, higher than a tree, 94
+
+High on the top of an old pine-tree, 147
+
+HOSPITALITY, 176
+
+How do the pussy-willows grow? 136
+
+HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE, 207
+
+How doth the little busy bee, 207
+
+How many days has my baby to play? 6
+
+HOW THEY SLEEP, 230
+
+Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, 94
+
+Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky, 239
+
+Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top, 15
+
+Hush thee, my babby, 15
+
+
+I am a gold lock, 59
+
+I am a little Music Box, 211
+
+I am a little thing, 97
+
+If all the seas were one sea, 57
+
+If all the world were apple-pie, 59
+
+If all were rain and never sun, 133
+
+IF EVER I SEE, 212
+
+If ever I see, 212
+
+If wishes were horses, 105
+
+If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger, 104
+
+I had a little bird, 165
+
+I had a little doggy that used to sit and beg, 30
+
+I had a little husband, 80
+
+I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear, 97
+
+I had a little pony, 30
+
+I LIKE LITTLE PUSSY, 170
+
+I like little Pussy, 170
+
+I'll tell you a story, 48
+
+I'LL TRY, 210
+
+I'm a pretty little thing, 134
+
+In flow'ry Japan, the home of the fan, 116
+
+In go-cart so tiny, 115
+
+In little Annie's garden, 134
+
+In marble walls as white as milk, 93
+
+INSCRIPTION FOR MY LITTLE SON'S SILVER PLATE, 205
+
+In summer I am very glad, 119
+
+Intery, mintery, cutery-corn, 114
+
+IN TRUST, 215
+
+"I," said the duck. "I call it fun", 131
+
+I saw a ship a-sailing, 62
+
+I see a nest in a green elm-tree, 126
+
+It is very nice to think, 205
+
+It's coming, boys, 215
+
+It was a merry time, 67
+
+I went to the wood and got it, 95
+
+1. I went up one pair of stairs, 60
+
+
+JACK HORNER, 40
+
+Jack Homer was a pretty lad, 40
+
+Jack and Jill went up the hill, 41
+
+Jack Sprat could eat no fat, 78
+
+January brings the snow, 125
+
+John Ball shot them all, 89
+
+
+KEEPING STORE, 119
+
+KINDNESS TO ANIMALS, 207
+
+
+Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home, 29
+
+LADY MOON, 222
+
+Lady moon, lady moon, 222
+
+LEARNING TO PLAY, 215
+
+Little baby, lay your head, 227
+
+Little Bo-Peep, she lost her sheep, 81
+
+Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, 42
+
+Little children, never give, 207
+
+Little drop of dew, 129
+
+LITTLE JACK FROST, 152
+
+Little Jack Frost went up the hill, 152
+
+"Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?" 78
+
+Little Miss Muffet, 42
+
+Little Nan Etticoat, 94
+
+Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, 33
+
+Little Tom Tucker, 41
+
+"_Lock the dairy door!_" Oh, hark, the cock is crowing proudly! 177
+
+Long legs, crooked thighs, 94
+
+LOST, 177
+
+Lucy Locket lost her pocket, 42
+
+LULLABY, 232
+
+
+March winds and April showers, 102
+
+Mary had a pretty bird, 29
+
+Mary, Mary, quite contrary, 43
+
+MEADOW TALK, 139
+
+Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring, 7
+
+MINNIE AND WINNIE, 236
+
+Minnie and Winnie, 236
+
+Monday's child is fair of face, 106
+
+My dear, do you know, 75
+
+My house is red--a little house, 121
+
+My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind, 106
+
+My maid Mary, 43
+
+My mother she's so good to me, 238
+
+MY SHIP AND I, 115
+
+
+Nine grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns, 180
+
+No, little worm, you need not slip, 143
+
+Now, Lamb, no longer naughty be, 167
+
+NURSERY HEROES AND HEROINES, 39
+
+NURSERY NONSENSE, 47
+
+NURSERY NOVELS, 67
+
+NURSERY SONG, 228
+
+
+O come to the garden, dear brother, and see, 154
+
+Oh, who is so merry, 200
+
+O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship, 115
+
+Old King Cole, 44
+
+Old Mother Goose, when, 47
+
+O mother, mother! I'm so cold, 163
+
+Once a little Baby, 219
+
+ONE AND ONE, 120
+
+One misty, moisty morning, 58
+
+ONE, TWO, 6
+
+One, two, 6
+
+On yonder hill there stands a tree, 88
+
+OUR MOTHER, 239
+
+O winds that blow across the sea, 130
+
+
+Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man! 4
+
+Pat it, kiss it, 4
+
+Pease porridge hot, 4
+
+Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, 78
+
+Peter White will ne'er go right, 53
+
+PLAYGROUNDS, 119
+
+PRAISE GOD, 206
+
+Praise God for wheat, so white and sweet, 206
+
+Pretty Moo-cow, will you tell, 161
+
+Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot, 49
+
+Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, 32
+
+Pussy has a whiskered face, 168
+
+Pussy sits beside the fire, 31
+
+PUSSY WILLOW, 135
+
+Pussy Willow wakened, 135
+
+
+QUEEN MAB, 237
+
+
+RAIN, 132
+
+Rainbow at night, 103
+
+RAIN IN SPRING, 133
+
+RHYMES ABOUT A LITTLE WOMAN, 24
+
+Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me ree, 93
+
+Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, 21
+
+Right up into Bossy's eyes, 161
+
+Ring the bell, 4
+
+Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green, 15
+
+
+Said a Snake to a Frog with a wrinkled skin, 176
+
+Said Robin to his pretty mate, 145
+
+Said the Table to the Chair, 197
+
+Said this little fairy, 9
+
+See-saw sacradown, 22
+
+Seldom "can't," 210
+
+Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree, 179
+
+Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare, 5
+
+Simple Simon met a pieman, 41
+
+Sing a song of sixpence, 80
+
+Six little mice sat down to spin, 32
+
+Sleep, baby, sleep! 16
+
+SNAKE STORY, 174
+
+SNOW, 154
+
+SNOWDROPS, 137
+
+Solomon Grundy, 50
+
+Some things go to sleep in such a funny way, 230
+
+So soft and gentle falls the rain, 133
+
+SPRING QUESTIONS, 136
+
+STITCHING, 214
+
+SUN AND RAIN, 133
+
+Suppose the little cowslip, 208
+
+
+Ten snowy white pigeons are standing in line, 10
+
+THE BABY'S BIRTHDAY, 112
+
+THE BARNYARD, 10
+
+The bee is a rover, 150
+
+THE BROWN THRUSH, 146
+
+THE CITY MOUSE AND THE GARDEN MOUSE, 145
+
+The city mouse lives in a house, 145
+
+THE CHILD AND THE WORLD, 126
+
+THE CHILD'S STAR, 224
+
+THE CLUCKING HEN, 162
+
+THE COW, 159
+
+THE COW, 161
+
+THE DARLING BIRDS, 166
+
+The darling birds are warm, 166
+
+THE DAISY, 134
+
+THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN, 73
+
+THE DIFFERENCE, 8
+
+THE DREAM OF A BOY WHO LIVED AT NINE-ELMS, 180
+
+THE DREAM OF A GIRL WHO LIVED AT SEVEN-OAKS, 179
+
+THE EYES OF GOD, 206
+
+THE FAIRY, 200
+
+THE FASTIDIOUS SERPENT, 173
+
+THE FEAST OF THE DOLL, 116
+
+THE FIVE LITTLE FAIRIES, 9
+
+The friendly cow all red and white, 159
+
+THE FUNNIEST THING IN THE WORLD, 165
+
+The funniest thing in the world, I know, 165
+
+THE GARDEN YEAR, 125
+
+THE GOOD MOLLY COW, 159
+
+THE GRAVEL PATH, 128
+
+The ground was all covered with snow one day, 153
+
+THE HAPPY WORLD, 150
+
+The King of France, and four thousand men, 55
+
+THE LAMB, 167
+
+The lion and the unicorn, 49
+
+THE LITTLE DOVES, 147
+
+The little priest of Felton, 78
+
+The man in the moon, 53
+
+The man in the wilderness asked me, 59
+
+THE MELANCHOLY PIG, 176
+
+THE NEW MOON, 221
+
+The north wind doth blow, 30
+
+THE ORPHAN'S SONG, 165
+
+THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SKY, 149
+
+THE OWL AND THE EEL AND THE WARMING-PAN, 173
+
+The owl and the eel and the warming-pan, 173
+
+THE PALACE BED-TIME, 219
+
+THE PALACE GARDEN, 125
+
+THE PALACE JEST-BOOK, 173
+
+THE PALACE PETS, 159
+
+THE PALACE PLAYTIME, 111
+
+THE PIGEONS, 10
+
+THE QUEEN-MOTHER'S COUNSEL, 205
+
+The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, 76
+
+THE RABBITS, 54
+
+The rain is raining all around, 132
+
+THE ROBIN TO HIS MATE, 145
+
+THE SLEEPY SONG, 234
+
+THE SNAIL, 143
+
+The Snail he lives in his hard round house, 143
+
+THE SNOW-BIRD'S SONG, 153
+
+THE STAR, 223
+
+The star that watched above your sleep has just put out his light, 224
+
+THE STORY OF BABY'S BLANKET, 219
+
+THE STORY OF BABY'S PILLOW, 220
+
+THE SWEETEST PLACE, 226
+
+THE TABLE AND THE CHAIR, 197
+
+THE WIND'S SONG, 130
+
+There is one that has a head without an eye, 97
+
+THE WORM, 143
+
+There was a butcher cut his thumb, 62
+
+There was a crooked man, 49
+
+There was a girl in our town, 95
+
+There was a little man, 82
+
+There was a little nobby colt, 29
+
+There was a little Serpent and he wouldn't go to school, 174
+
+There was a man in our town, 50
+
+There was an old man, 58
+
+There was an old woman went up in a basket, 44
+
+There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, 56
+
+There was a Pig, that sat alone, 176
+
+There was a snake that dwelt in Skye, 173
+
+There were two birds sat on a stone, 56
+
+There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree, 146
+
+These are the Eggs that were put in a nest, 220
+
+They sent me to bed, dear, so dreadfully early, 117
+
+They that wash on Monday, 103
+
+Thirty days hath September, 103
+
+Thirty white horses upon a red hill, 93
+
+This is the house that Jack built, 84
+
+This is the key of the kingdom, 87
+
+This is the way the ladies ride, 24
+
+This little pig went to market, 5
+
+Three little kittens, they lost their mittens, 83
+
+Three children sliding on the ice, 57
+
+Three wise men of Gotham, 49
+
+'Tis all the way to Toe-town, 5
+
+To market, to market, 22
+
+Tom, he was a piper's son 39
+
+TREE ON THE HILL, 88
+
+TWENTY FROGGIES, 142
+
+Twenty froggies went to school, 142
+
+Twinkle, twinkle, little star, 223
+
+Two legs sat upon three legs, 96
+
+Two little girls are better than one, 120
+
+Two Robin Redbreasts built their nest, 210
+
+
+Upon a great black horse-ily, 54
+
+Upon a tall piano stool, 215
+
+
+Warm, hands, warm, daddy's gone to plough, 4
+
+WATCHING ANGELS, 219
+
+We have bags and bags of whitest down, 119
+
+What are little boys made of, made of? 51
+
+What does little birdie say, 233
+
+When good King Arthur ruled this land, 77
+
+When I was a bachelor, 79
+
+When Jacky's a very good boy, 102
+
+When little Birdie bye-bye goes, 16
+
+When Midget was a puppy, 168
+
+When the Farmer's day is done, 10
+
+When the wind is in the east, 104
+
+When thou dost eat from off this plate, 205
+
+WHERE DO ALL THE DAISIES GO, 225
+
+Where do all the daisies go? 225
+
+Which is the way to Baby-Land? 231
+
+WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND? 129
+
+Who has seen the wind? 129
+
+Who killed Cock Robin? 73
+
+WHO LIKES THE RAIN? 131
+
+Who'll come and play with me here under the tree, 213
+
+Will you take a walk with me, 162
+
+
+You see, merry Phillis, that dear little maid, 114
+
+ * * * * *
+
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+
+<div class="figcenter1" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/frontis.jpg" width="500" height="646" alt="&quot;And sing to the praise of the Doll&quot;" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;And sing to the praise of the Doll&quot;</span>
+</div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter1" style="width: 400px;"><img src="images/title_page.jpg" width="400" height="620" alt="Title Page" /></div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h3><i>CHILDREN'S CRIMSON SERIES</i></h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h1>PINAFORE PALACE</h1>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h3>BY</h3>
+<h2>KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN</h2>
+<h3>AND</h3>
+<h2>NORA ARCHIBALD SMITH</h2>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter1" style="width: 94px;">
+<img src="images/seal.jpg" width="94" height="210" alt="Seal" />
+</div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3>GROSSET&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&amp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;DUNLAP </h3>
+
+<h3>PUBLISHERS&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;NEW YORK</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h4><i>Copyright, 1907, by The McClure Company</i></h4>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p>
+<h2>PREFACE</h2>
+
+<h3>TO THE MOTHER</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>"A Court as of angels,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>A public not to be bribed,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Not to be entreated,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Not to be overawed."</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<p><i>Such is the audience&mdash;in long clothes or short frocks, in pinafores
+or kilts, or in the brief trousers that bespeak the budding man&mdash;such
+is the crowing, laughing court, the toddling public that awaits these
+verses.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Every home, large or small, poor or rich, that has a child in it, is
+a Pinafore Palace, and we have borrowed the phrase from one of
+childhood's most whimsical and devoted poets-laureate, thinking no
+other words would so well express our meaning.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>If the two main divisions of the book&mdash;"The Royal Baby" and "Little
+Prince and Princess"&mdash;should seem to you a trifle sentimental it will
+be because you forget for the moment the gayety<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span> and humor of the
+title with its delightful assumptions of regal dignity and state.
+Granted the Palace itself, everything else falls easily into line, and
+if you cannot readily concede the royal birth and bearing of your
+neighbor's child you will see nothing strange in thinking of your own
+nursling as little prince or princess, and so you will be able to
+accept gracefully the sobriquet of Queen Mother, which is yours by the
+same invincible logic!</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Oh, yes, we allow that instead of being gravely editorial in our
+attitude, we have played with the title, as well as with all the
+sub-titles and classifications, feeling that it was the next
+pleasantest thing to playing with the babies themselves. It was so
+delightful to re-read the well-loved rhymes of our own childhood and
+try to find others worthy to put beside them; so delicious to imagine
+the hundreds of young mothers who would meet their old favorites in
+these particular pages; and so inspiring to think of the thousands of
+new babies whose first hearing of nursery classics would be associated
+with this red-covered volume, that we found ourselves in a joyous mood
+which we hope will be contagious. Nothing is surer than that a certain
+gayety of heart and mind constitute the most wholesome<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span> climate for
+young children. "The baby whose mother has not charmed him in his
+cradle with rhyme and song has no enchanting dreams; he is not gay and
+he will never be a great musician," so runs the old Swiss saying.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Youthful mothers, beautifully and properly serious about their
+strange new duties and responsibilities, need not fear that Mother
+Goose is anything but healthful nonsense. She holds a place all her
+own, and the years that have rolled over her head (some of the rhymes
+going back to the sixteenth century) only give her a firmer footing
+among the immortals. There are no real substitutes for her unique
+rhymes, neither can they be added to nor imitated; for the world
+nowadays is seemingly too sophisticated to frame just this sort of
+merry, light-hearted, irresponsible verse which has mellowed with the
+years. "These ancient rhymes," says Andrew Lang, "are smooth stones
+from the brook of time, worn round by constant friction of tongues
+long silent."</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Nor is your use of this "light literature of the infant scholar" in
+the nursery without purpose or value. You are developing ear, mind,
+and heart, and laying a foundation for a later love of the best things
+in poetry. Whatever else we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span> may do or leave undone, if we wish to
+widen the spiritual horizon of our children let us not close the
+windows on the emotional and imaginative sides. "There is in every one
+of us a poet whom the man has outlived." Do not let the poetic
+instinct die of inanition; keep it alive in the child by feeding his
+youthful ardor, strengthening his insight, guarding the sensitiveness
+and delicacy of his early impressions, and cherishing the fancies that
+are indeed "the trailing clouds of glory" he brings with him "from God
+who is his home."</i></p>
+
+<p><i>The rhythm of verse will charm his senses even in his baby days;
+later on he will feel the beauty of some exquisite lyric phrase as
+keenly as you do, for the ear will have been opened and will be
+satisfied only with what is finest and best.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>The second division of the book "Little Prince and Princess" will
+take the children out of the nursery into the garden, the farmyard,
+and the world outside the Palace, where they will meet and play with
+their fellows in an ever-widening circle of social activity. "Baby's
+Hush-a-byes" in cradle or mother's lap will now give place to the
+quiet cribside talks called "The Palace Bed Time" and "The Queen
+Mother's Counsel"; and in the story hour "The Palace Jest-Book"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span> will
+furnish merriment for the youngsters who laughed the year before over
+the simpler nonsense of Mother Goose.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>When the pinafores themselves are cast aside Pinafore Palace will be
+outgrown, and you can find something better suited to the developing
+requirements of the nursery folk in "The Posy Ring." Then the third
+volume in our series&mdash;"Golden Numbers"&mdash;will give boys and girls from
+ten to fifteen a taste of all the best and soundest poetry suitable to
+their age, and after that they may enter on their full birthright,
+"the rich deposit of the centuries."</i></p>
+
+<p><i>No greater love for a task nor happiness in doing it, no more ardent
+wish to please a child or meet a mother's need, ever went into a book
+than have been wrought into this volume and its three predecessors. We
+hope that it will find its way into the nurseries where wealth has
+provided every means of ministering to the young child's growth in
+body, mind, and soul; and if some of the Pinafore Palaces should be
+neat little kitchens, what joy it would be to think of certain young
+queen-mothers taking a breath between tasks to sit by the fire and
+read to their royal babies while the bread is baking, the kettle
+boiling, or the potatoes bubbling in the pot.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[x]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>"Where does Pinafore Palace stand?</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Right in the middle of Lilliput Land."</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>And Lilliput Land is (or ought to be) the freeest country in the
+universe. Its shining gates open wide at dawn, closing only at sunset,
+and toddling pilgrims with eager faces enter and wander about at will.
+Decked in velvet or clad in rags the friendly porter pays no heed, for
+the pinafores hide all class distinctions.</i></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>"We're bound for Pinafore Palace, sir,"</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>They say to the smiling gatekeeper.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>"Do we need, if you please, an entrance ticket</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Before we pass through your magic wicket?"</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>"Oh, no, little Prince and Princess dear,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>All pinafores freely enter here!"</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f6"><span class="smcap">Kate Douglas Wiggin.</span></p>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_a.jpg" alt="A" width="51" height="50" /></div>
+<p><i>CKNOWLEDGMENTS are herewith made to the following publishers for
+permission to include in this volume selections from their copyrighted
+publications:</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Houghton, Mifflin &amp; Co.: "A Dewdrop" and "Bees," from Little Folk
+Lyrics, by Frank Dempster Sherman; "The Brown Thrush," from Childhood
+Songs, by Lucy Larcom; "Bossy and Daisy," from The Old Garden, by
+Margaret Deland; "Lost," from Poems for Children, by Celia Thaxter;
+"Clothes," "A Music Box," and "Learning to Play," from A Pocketful of
+Posies, by Abbie Farwell Brown.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Lothrop, Lee &amp; Shepard: "How they Sleep" and "The Darling Birds,"
+from Babyland; "Follow Me," "Annie's Garden," "Good Mooly Cow," "The
+New Moon," "Do You Guess it is I," and "Baby's Birthday," from Little
+Songs, by Eliza Lee Follen; "Who Likes the Rain" and "Spring
+Questions," by Clara Doty Bates; and five poems by Emilie Poulsson as
+follows: "Chickens in Trouble" (Translated from the Norwegian) and "A
+Puppy's Problem," from Through the Farmyard Gate; "The Story of Baby's
+Blanket," "The Story of Baby's Pillow," and "Baby's Breakfast," from
+Child Stories and Rhymes.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Little, Brown &amp; Company: "The Owl, the Eel and the Warming Pan" and
+"The Difference," from Sundown Songs, by Laura E. Richards</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>Milton Bradley Company: "The Five Little Fairies," "The Pigeons,"
+"The Barnyard," from Rhymes for Little Hands, by Maud Burnham.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>New England Publishing Company: "Our Mother," from the American
+Primary Teacher.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Small, Maynard &amp; Company: "Hospitality," "The Child's Star," "Foot
+Soldiers," from Child Verse, by John B. Tabb.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>The Outlook: "Baby's Journey," by Mary F. Butts.</i></p>
+
+<p><b><i>And our thanks and tribute to the shade of "Mother Goose," beloved
+nurse of all who lisp the English tongue.</i></b></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
+
+<table summary="Contents">
+<tr><td></td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td class="td1"><i><a href="#PART_I">PART I</a></i></td>
+ <td></td></tr>
+<tr><td></td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td class="td1"><a href="#PART_I">THE ROYAL BABY</a></td>
+ <td></td></tr>
+<tr><td></td>
+ <td></td>
+ <td></td><td class="tocpg f1">PAGE</td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">I.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#PART_I">BABY'S PLAYS</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">II.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#II">BABY'S HUSH-A-BYES</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">III.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#III">BABY'S JOURNEYS</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">IV.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#IV">BABY'S FRIENDS</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">V.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#V">NURSERY HEROES AND HEROINES</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">VI.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#VI">NURSERY NONSENSE</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">VII.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#VII">NURSERY NOVELS</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">VIII.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#VIII">GUESS-ME-QUICKS</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">IX.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#IX">GRANDMOTHER'S WISDOM</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td></tr>
+<tr>
+ <td></td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td class="td1">&nbsp;</td>
+ <td></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td></td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td class="td1"><i><a href="#PART_II">PART II</a></i></td>
+ <td></td></tr>
+<tr><td></td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td class="td1"><a href="#PART_II">LITTLE PRINCE AND PRINCESS</a></td>
+ <td></td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">I.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#PART_II">THE PALACE PLAYTIME</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">II.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#II_1">THE PALACE GARDEN</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">III.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#III_1">THE PALACE PETS</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_159">159</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">IV.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#IV_1">THE PALACE JEST-BOOK</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_173">173</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">V.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#V_1">THE QUEEN-MOTHER'S COUNSEL</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_205">205</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">VI.</td>
+ <td>&nbsp;</td>
+ <td><a href="#VI_1">THE PALACE BED-TIME</a></td>
+ <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_219">219</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="f3">
+ PUBLIC NOTICE.&mdash;<i>This is to state,<br />
+ That these are the specimens left at the gate<br />
+ Of Pinafore Palace, exact to date,<br />
+ In the hands of the porter, Curlypate,<br />
+ Who sits in his plush on a chair of state,<br />
+ By somebody who is a candidate<br />
+ For the Office of Lilliput Laureate.</i><br />
+</p>
+<p class="f4"><i>William Brighty Rands.</i></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="PART_I" id="PART_I"></a><i>PART I</i></h2>
+
+<h2>THE ROYAL BABY</h2>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>I</h2>
+<h2>BABY'S PLAYS</h2>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brow bender,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eye peeper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nose smeller,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mouth eater,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chin chopper.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knock at the door&mdash;peep in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lift up the latch&mdash;walk in.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Eye winker,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tom Tinker,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nose smeller,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mouth eater,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chin chopper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chin chopper.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here sits the Lord Mayor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here sit his two men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here sits the cock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here sits the hen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here sit the chickens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here they go in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chippety, chippety, chippety chin.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ring the bell!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knock at the door!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lift up the latch!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Walk in!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I do, master, as fast as I can:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pease porridge hot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pease porridge cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pease porridge in the pot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nine days old.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some like it hot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some like it cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some like it in the pot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nine days old.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pat it, kiss it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stroke it, bless it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three days' sunshine, three days' rain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little hand all well again.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Warm, hands, warm, daddy's gone to plough;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you want to warm hands, warm hands now.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Clap, clap handies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mammie's wee, wee ain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clap, clap handies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Daddie's comin' hame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hame till his bonny wee bit laddie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clap, clap handies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My wee, wee ain.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This little pig went to market;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This little pig stayed at home;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This little pig had roast beef;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This little pig had none;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This little pig said, "Wee, wee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I can't find my way home."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But let the little colt go bare.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h3><i>Foot Soldiers</i></h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis all the way to Toe-town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beyond the Knee-high hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Baby has to travel down<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see the soldiers drill.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One, two, three, four, five, a-row&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A captain and his men&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on the other side, you know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are six, seven, eight, nine, ten.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f5">John B. Tabb.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How many days has my baby to play?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Saturday, Sunday, Monday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Saturday, Sunday, Monday.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dance to your daddy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My little babby;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dance to your daddy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My little lamb.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You shall have a fishy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a little dishy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall have a fishy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the boat comes in.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h3><i>One, Two</i></h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One, two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Buckle my shoe;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Three, four,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knock at the door;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Five, six,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pick up sticks;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Seven, eight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lay them straight;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nine, ten,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A good fat hen;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Eleven, twelve,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let them delve;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thirteen, fourteen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Maids a-courting;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fifteen, sixteen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Maids in the kitchen;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Seventeen, eighteen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Maids a-waiting;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nineteen, twenty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My plate's empty.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Merry have we met, and merry have we been;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Merry let us part, and merry meet again;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bow-wow-wow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose dog art thou?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Tom Tinker's dog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bow-wow-wow!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the miller may grind his corn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the baker may take it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And into rolls make it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And send us some hot in the morn.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h3><i>The Difference</i></h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Eight fingers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ten toes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And one nose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baby said<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When she smelt the rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh! what a pity<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I've only one nose!"<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ten teeth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In even rows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three dimples,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And one nose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baby said<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When she smelt the snuff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Deary me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One nose is enough."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Laura E. Richards.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h3><i>The Five Little Fairies</i></h3>
+<h4><i>Finger-Play</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said this little fairy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'm as thirsty as can be!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said this little fairy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'm hungry, too! dear me!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said this little fairy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Who'll tell us where to go?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said this little fairy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'm sure that I don't know!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said this little fairy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Let's brew some Dew-drop Tea!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they sipped it and ate honey<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Beneath the maple tree.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f5">Maud Burnham.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h4><i>The Pigeons</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ten snowy white pigeons are standing in line,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the roof of the barn in the warm sunshine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ten snowy white pigeons fly down to the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To eat of the grain that is thrown all around.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ten snowy white pigeons soon flutter aloof,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sit in a line on the ridge of the roof.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ten pigeons are saying politely, "Thank you!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you listen, you hear their gentle "Coo-roo!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f5">Maud Burnham.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The Barnyard</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the Farmer's day is done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the barnyard, ev'ry one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beast and bird politely say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Thank you for my food to-day."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The cow says, "Moo!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pigeon, "Coo!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sheep says, "Baa!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lamb says, "Maa!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hen, "Cluck! Cluck!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Quack!" says the duck;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The dog, "Bow Wow!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cat, "Meow!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The horse says, "Neigh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I love sweet hay!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pig near by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grunts in his sty.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the barn is locked up tight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then the Farmer says, "Good-night!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thanks his animals, ev'ry one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the work that has been done.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f5">Maud Burnham.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="II" id="II"></a>II</h2>
+
+<h2>BABY'S HUSH-A-BYES</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the wind blows the cradle will rock;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Father's a nobleman, mother's a Queen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the King.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bye, baby bunting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Daddy's gone a-hunting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To get a little rabbit-skin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To wrap his baby bunting in.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hush thee, my babby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lie still with thy daddy,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span><span class="i0">Thy mammy has gone to the mill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To grind thee some wheat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To make thee some meat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so, my dear babby, lie still.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Sleep, baby, sleep!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy father watches the sheep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And down falls a little dream on thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sleep, baby, sleep!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Sleep, baby, sleep!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The large stars are the sheep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wee stars are the lambs, I guess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fair moon is the shepherdess:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sleep, baby, sleep!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<p class="f5">From the German.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When little Birdie bye-bye goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quiet as mice in churches,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He puts his head where no-one knows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On one leg he perches.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When little Babie bye-bye goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On Mother's arm reposing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon he lies beneath the clothes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Safe in the cradle dozing.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When pretty Pussy goes to sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tail and nose together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then little mice around her creep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lightly as a feather.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When little Babie goes to sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he is very near us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then on tip-toe softly creep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That Babie may not hear us.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lullaby! Lullaby! Lulla, Lulla, Lullaby!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f5">Unknown.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="III" id="III"></a>III</h2>
+
+<h2>BABY'S JOURNEYS</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see an old lady upon a white horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She shall have music wherever she goes.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the way the ladies ride;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tri, tre, tre, tree,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Tri, tre, tre, tree!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This is the way the ladies ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the way the gentlemen ride;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Gallop-a-trot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Gallop-a-trot!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This is the way the gentlemen ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the way the farmers ride;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Hobbledy-hoy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Hobbledy-hoy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This is the way the farmers ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Hobbledy, hobbledy-hoy!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Ride, baby, ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Pretty baby shall ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a little pussy-cat tied to the other,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And away she shall ride<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To see her grandmother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To see her grandmother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see her grandmother in London town.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See-saw sacradown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which is the way to London town?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One foot up, the other foot down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That is the way to London town.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To market, to market,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To buy a plum bun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Home again, home again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Market is done.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dance, little baby, dance up high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never mind, baby, mother is by;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crow and caper, caper and crow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There, little baby, there you go;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Backwards and forwards, round and round;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the merry chorus, ding, ding, ding!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A farmer went trotting<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon his gray mare;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his daughter behind him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So rosy and fair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A raven cried "Croak";<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they all tumbled down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The mare broke her knees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the farmer his crown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lumpety, lumpety, lump.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mischievous raven<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flew laughing away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And vowed he would serve them<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The same the next day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hey, my kitten, my kitten,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hey, my kitten, my deary!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a sweet pet as this<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was neither far nor neary.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here we go up, up, up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And here we go down, down, downy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here we go backwards and forwards,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And here we go round, round, roundy.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hey diddle, dinkety, poppety, pet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The merchants of London they wear scarlet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silk in the collar and gold in the hem,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So merrily march the merchantmen.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>Rhymes About a Little Woman</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the way the ladies ride&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saddle-a-side, saddle-a-side!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the way the gentlemen ride&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sitting astride, sitting astride!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the way the grandmothers ride&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bundled and tied, bundled and tied!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the way the babykins ride&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Snuggled inside, snuggled inside!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the way when they are late,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They <i>all</i> fly over a five-barred gate.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f5">William Canton.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Every evening Baby goes<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Trot, trot, to town&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Across the river, through the fields,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Up hill and down.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Trot, trot, the Baby goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Up hill and down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To buy a feather for her hat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To buy a woolen gown.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Trot, trot, the Baby goes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The birds fly down, alack!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"You cannot have our feathers, dear,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They say; "so please trot back."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Trot, trot, the Baby goes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The lambs come bleating near.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"You cannot have our wool," they say;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"But we are sorry, dear."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Trot, trot, the Baby goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Trot, trot, to town.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She buys a red rose for her hat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She buys a cotton gown.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f5">Mary F. Butts.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="IV" id="IV"></a>IV</h2>
+
+<h2>BABY'S FRIENDS</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mary had a pretty bird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Feathers bright and yellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Slender legs; upon my word,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He was a pretty fellow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The sweetest notes he always sang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which much delighted Mary;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And near the cage she'd often sit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To hear her own Canary.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All but one whose name is Ann,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she crept under the pudding-pan.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a little nobby colt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His name was Nobby Gray;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His head was made of pouce straw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His tail was made of hay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">He could ramble, he could trot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">He could carry a mustard-pot<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Round the town of Woodstock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Hey, Jenny, hey!<br /></span>
+</div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The north wind doth blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we shall have snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what will the robin do then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor thing?<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He'll sit in a barn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And keep himself warm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hide his head under his wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Poor thing!<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I had a little pony,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His name was Dapple-gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I lent him to a lady,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To ride a mile away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She whipped him, she lashed him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She rode him through the mire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would not lend my pony now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For all the lady's hire.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I had a little doggy that used to sit and beg;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Doggy tumbled down the stairs and broke his little leg.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! Doggy, I will nurse you, and try to make you well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you shall have a collar with a little silver bell.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah! Doggy, don't you think you should very faithful be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For having such a loving friend to comfort you as me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when your leg is better, and you can run and play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll have a scamper in the fields and see them making hay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But, Doggy, you must promise (and mind your word you keep)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not once to tease the little lambs, or run among the sheep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then the little yellow chicks that play upon the grass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You must not even wag your tail to scare them as you pass.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pussy sits beside the fire&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How can she be fair?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In comes little puppy-dog:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Pussy, are you there?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So, so, Mistress Pussy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pray how do you do?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Thank you, thank you, little dog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm very well just now."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Baa, baa, black sheep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Have you any wool?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yes, marry, have I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Three bags full:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One for my master,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One for my dame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And one for the little boy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who lives in the lane.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where have you been?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I've been to London<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To look at the Queen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What did you there?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I frightened a little mouse<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Under her chair.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Six little mice sat down to spin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pussy passed by, and she peeped in.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"What are you at, my little men?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Making coats for gentlemen."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Shall I come in and bite off your threads?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll snip off our heads."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh, no, I'll not, I'll help you to spin."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"That may be so, but you don't come in!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up went pussy-cat, and down went he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down came pussy-cat, and away Robin ran;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pussy-cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did pussy say?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pussy-cat said naught but "Mew," and Robin flew away.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cushy, cow bonny, let down thy milk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I will give thee a gown of silk:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A gown of silk and a silver tee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou wilt let down thy milk to me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Betty Pringle had a little pig,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not very little and not very big,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he was alive he lived in clover,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now he's dead, and that's all over.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So Billy Pringle he lay down and cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Betty Pringle she lay down and died;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So there was an end of one, two, and three:<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Billy Pringle he,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">Betty Pringle she,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">And the piggy wigg<i>ee</i>.<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come hither, sweet Robin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And be not afraid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I would not hurt even a feather;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Come hither, sweet Robin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And pick up some bread,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">To feed you this very cold weather.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I don't mean to frighten you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Poor little thing,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">And pussy-cat is not behind me;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">So hop about pretty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And drop down your wing,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">And pick up some crumbs, and don't mind me.<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Baby's Breakfast</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Baby wants his breakfast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh! what shall I do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said the cow, "I'll give him<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nice fresh milk&mdash;moo-<i>oo</i>!"<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said the hen "Cut-<i>dah</i> cut!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I have laid an egg<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the Baby's breakfast&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Take it now, I beg!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And the buzzing bee said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Here is honey sweet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't you think the Baby<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would like that to eat?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then the baker kindly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Brought the Baby's bread.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Breakfast is all ready,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Baby's mother said;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But before the Baby<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Eats his dainty food,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will he not say 'Thank you!'<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To his friends so good?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then the bonny Baby<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Laughed and laughed away.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That was all the "Thank you"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He knew how to say.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f5">Emilie Poulsson.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="V" id="V"></a>V</h2>
+
+<h2>NURSERY HEROES AND HEROINES</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silver buckles on his knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'll come back and marry me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Combing down his yellow hair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's my love for evermair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tom, he was a piper's son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He learned to play when he was young,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the tune that he could play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was, "Over the hills and far away,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the hills, and a great way off,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wind will blow my top-knot off.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he well pleased both the girls and boys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they always stopped to hear him play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Over the hills and far away."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h4>Jack Horner</h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jack Horner was a pretty lad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Near London he did dwell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His father's heart he made full glad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His mother loved him well.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While little Jack was sweet and young,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If he by chance should cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His mother pretty sonnets sung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a lul-la-lul-la-by,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With such a dainty curious tone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As Jack sat on her knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That soon, ere he could go alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He sang as well as she.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A pretty boy of curious wit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All people spoke his praise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in the corner he would sit<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Christmas holidays.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When friends they did together meet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To pass away the time&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why, little Jack, be sure, would eat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His Christmas pie in rhyme.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He said, "Jack Horner, in the corner,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Eats good Christmas pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with his thumbs pulls out the plums,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And says, 'Good boy am I!'"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little Tom Tucker<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sings for his supper;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What shall he eat?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">White bread and butter.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How shall he cut it<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without e'er a knife?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How shall he be married<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without e'er a wife?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Simple Simon met a pieman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Going to the fair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Says Simple Simon to the pieman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Let me taste your ware."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Says the pieman to Simple Simon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Show me first your penny."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Says Simple Simon to the pieman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Indeed I have not any."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Simple Simon went a-fishing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For to catch a whale;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all the water he could find<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was in his mother's pail!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jack and Jill went up the hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To fetch a pail of water;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jack fell down, and broke his crown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Jill came tumbling after.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up Jack got and home did trot<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As fast as he could caper;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Went to bed to mend his head<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With vinegar and brown paper.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jill came in and she did grin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see his paper plaster.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mother, vexed, did whip her next,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For causing Jack's disaster.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where's the boy that looks after the sheep?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's under the haycock, fast asleep.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Little Miss Muffet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She sat on a tuffet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eating of curds and whey;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There came a great spider,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sat down beside her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which frightened Miss Muffet away.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lucy Locket lost her pocket,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Kitty Fisher found it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But never a penny was there in't<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Except the binding round it.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">My maid Mary<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">She minds her dairy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Merrily run the reel<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And the little spinning-wheel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While I am singing and mowing my corn.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They were two bonny lasses:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They built their house upon the lea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And covered it with rushes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bessy kept the garden gate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Mary kept the pantry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bessy always had to wait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While Mary lived in plenty.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mary, Mary, quite contrary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How does your garden grow?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With cockle-shells and silver bells<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And pretty girls all of a-row.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And feast upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Old King Cole<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was a merry old soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a merry old soul was he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He called for his pipe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he called for his bowl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he called for his fiddlers three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Every fiddler he had a fine fiddle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a very fine fiddle had he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee," went the fiddlers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh, there's none so rare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As can compare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With King Cole and his fiddlers three.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was an old woman went up in a basket<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Seventy times as high as the moon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And where she was going, I could not but ask it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For under her arm she carried a broom.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Whither, O whither, O whither so high?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'm sweeping the cobwebs off the sky!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Shall I go with thee?" "Ay, by and by."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="VI" id="VI"></a>VI</h2>
+
+<h2>NURSERY NONSENSE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Old Mother Goose, when<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She wanted to wander,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would ride through the air<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On a very fine gander.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mother Goose had a house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'T was built in a wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where an owl at the door<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For sentinel stood.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She had a son Jack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A plain-looking lad;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was not very good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor yet very bad.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She sent him to market,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A live goose he bought:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Here! mother," says he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"It will not go for nought."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jack's goose and her gander<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Grew very fond;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They'd both eat together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or swim in one pond.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jack found one morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As I have been told,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His goose had laid him<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An egg of pure gold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jack rode to his mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The news for to tell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She called him a good boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And said it was well.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Goosey, goosey, gander,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where shall I wander?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upstairs, downstairs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And in my lady's chamber.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There I met an old man<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who would not say his prayers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I took him by the left leg,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And threw him downstairs.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll tell you a story<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About Mary Morey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And now my story's begun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll tell you another<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About her brother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And now my story's done.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lion and the unicorn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were fighting for the crown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lion beat the unicorn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All round about the town.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some gave them white bread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some gave them brown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some gave them plum-cake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sent them out of town.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Three wise men of Gotham,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Went to sea in a bowl;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If the bowl had been stronger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My song had been longer.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a crooked man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he went a crooked mile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He found a crooked sixpence<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon a crooked stile:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He bought a crooked cat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That caught a crooked mouse&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they all lived together<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a little crooked house.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When is your wedding? for I'll come to't.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a man in our town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he was wondrous wise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He jumped into a bramble bush,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And scratched out both his eyes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when he saw his eyes were out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With all his might and main,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He jumped into another bush,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And scratched 'em in again.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Solomon Grundy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Born on a Monday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christened on Tuesday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Married on Wednesday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took ill on Thursday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Worse on Friday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Died on Saturday.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Buried on Sunday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">This is the end<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of Solomon Grundy!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Hey! diddle diddle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The cat and the fiddle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cow jumped over the moon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The little dog laughed<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To see such sport,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the dish ran away with the spoon.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What are little boys made of, made of?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What are little boys made of?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that's what little boys are made of, made of.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What are little girls made of, made of?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What are little girls made of?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that's what little girls are made of, made of.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come hither, little puppy-dog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll give you a new collar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you will learn to read your book,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And be a clever scholar."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"No! no!" replied the puppy-dog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I've other fish to fry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I must learn to guard your house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bark when thieves come nigh."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">With a tingle, tangle titmouse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Robin knows great A,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">And B, and C, and D, and E,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">F, G, H, I, J, K.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come hither, pretty cockatoo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come and learn your letters;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you shall have a knife and fork<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To eat with, like your betters."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"No! no!" the cockatoo replied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"My beak will do as well;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd rather eat my victuals thus<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than go and learn to spell."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">With a tingle, tangle titmouse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Robin knows great A,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">And B, and C, and D, and E,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">F, G, H, I, J, K.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come hither, little pussy-cat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If you'll your grammar study,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll give you silver clogs to wear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whene'er the gutter's muddy."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"No! whilst I grammar learn," says puss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Your house will in a trice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be overrun from top to toe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With flocks of rats and mice."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">With a tingle, tangle titmouse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Robin knows great A,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And B, and C, and D, and E,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">F, G, H, I, J, K.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come hither, then, good little boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And learn your alphabet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you a pair of boots and spurs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like your papa's, shall get."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh yes! I'll learn my alphabet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And when I've learned to read,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perhaps papa will give me, too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A pretty long-tailed steed."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">With a tingle, tangle titmouse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Robin knows great A,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">And B, and C, and D, and E,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">F, G, H, I, J, K.<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Peter White will ne'er go right:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would you know the reason why?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He follows his nose where'er he goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And that stands all awry.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">The man in the moon<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Came down too soon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And asked his way to Norwich:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He went by the south,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And burnt his mouth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With eating cold plum-porridge.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dear, dear! what can the matter be?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two old women got up in an apple-tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One came down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the other stayed up till Saturday.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Upon a great black horse-ily<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A man came riding cross-ily;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A lady out did come-ily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said she, "No one's at home-ily,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But only little people-y,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who've gone to bed to sleep-ily."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rider on his horse-ily<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said to the lady, cross-ily,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But are they bad or good-ily?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I want it understood-ily."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh, they act bad and bold-ily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And don't do what they're told-ily."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Good-by!" said he, "dear Ma'am-ily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I've nothing for your family."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And scampered off like mouse-ily<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Away, way from the house-ily.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">"Mother Goose from Germany."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The Rabbits</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Between the hill and the brook, ook, ook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Two rabbits sat in the sun, O!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">And there they ate the green, green grass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Till all the grass was gone, O!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when they had eaten enough, nough, nough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">They sat down to have a talk, O!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">When there came a man with a gun, gun, gun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And fired at them over the walk, O!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when they found they were sound, ound, ound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Nor hurt by the gun, gun, gun, O!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">They picked themselves up from the ground, ound, ound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And scampered away like fun, O!<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">"Mother Goose from Germany."</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The King of France, and four thousand men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They drew their swords, and put them up again.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hickory, dickory, dock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The mouse ran up the clock;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The clock struck one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The mouse ran down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hickory, dickory, dock.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A cat came fiddling<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out of a barn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a pair of bagpipes<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Under her arm;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She could sing nothing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But fiddle cum fee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The mouse has married<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The bumble-bee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pipe, cat; dance, mouse:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll have a wedding<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At our good house.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She had so many children she didn't know what to do;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She gave them some broth without any bread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There were two birds sat on a stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">One flew away, and then there was one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">The other flew after,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And then there was none,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">And so the poor stone<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was left all alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Fa, la, la, la, lal, de.<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If all the seas were one sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What a <i>great</i> sea that would be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if all the trees were one tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What a <i>great</i> tree that would be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if all the axes were one axe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What a <i>great</i> axe that would be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if all the men were one man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What a <i>great</i> man he would be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if the <i>great</i> man took the <i>great</i> axe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And cut down the <i>great</i> tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let it fall into the <i>great</i> sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What a splish splash <i>that</i> would be!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were walking out one Sunday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"To-morrow will be Monday."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Three children sliding on the ice<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon a summer's day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As it fell out they all fell in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The rest they ran away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now had these children been at home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or sliding on dry ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ten thousand pounds to one penny<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They had not all been drowned.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ye parents all, that children have,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ye that eke have none,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you would keep them from the grave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pray make them stay at home.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">One misty, moisty morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">When cloudy was the weather,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He began to compliment, and I began to grin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">How do you do, and how do you do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And how do you do again?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brave news is come to town;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Brave news is carried;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brave news is come to town&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jemmy Dawson's married.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">First he got a porridge-pot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then he bought a ladle;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then he got a wife and child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And then he bought a cradle.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was an old man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he had a calf,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And that's half;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He took him out of the stall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tied him to the wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And that's all.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The man in the wilderness asked me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How many strawberries grew in the sea?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I answered him as I thought good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As many as red herrings grew in the wood.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If all the world were apple-pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all the sea were ink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the trees were bread and cheese,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What should we have for drink?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">(<i>First child</i>).&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;1. I am a gold lock.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">(<i>Second child.</i>)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2. I am a gold key.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i13">1. I am a silver lock.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i14">2. I am a silver key.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i13">1. I am a brass lock.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i14">2. I am a brass key.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i13">1. I am a lead lock.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i14">2. I am a lead key.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i13">1. I am a monk lock.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i14">2. I am a monk key.<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">(<i>First child.</i>)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;1. I went up one pair of stairs.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">(<i>Second child.</i>)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;2. Just like me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i13">1. I went up two pair of stairs.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i14">2. Just like me.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i13">1. I went into a room.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i14">2. Just like me.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i13">1. I looked out of a window.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i14">2. Just like me.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i13">1. And there I saw a monkey.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i14">2. Just like me.<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Girls and boys, come out to play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moon doth shine as bright as day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leave your supper and leave your sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And come with your playfellows into the street.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come with a whoop, come with a call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come with a good will or not at all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up the ladder and down the wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A halfpenny roll will serve us all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You find milk, and I'll find flour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gay go up and gay go down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To ring the bells of London town.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Bull's eyes and targets,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Brickbats and tiles,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say the bells of St. Giles'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Halfpence and farthings,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say the bells of St. Martin's.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oranges and lemons,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say the bells of St. Clement's.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Pancakes and fritters,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say the bells of St. Peter's.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Two sticks and an apple,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say the bells at Whitechapel.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Old Father Baldpate,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say the slow bells at Aldgate.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"You owe me ten shillings,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say the bells at St. Helen's.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Pokers and tongs,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say the bells at St. John's.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Kettles and pans,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say the bells at St. Ann's.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"When will you pay me?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say the bells of Old Bailey.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"When I grow rich,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say the bells of Shoreditch.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Pray when will that be?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say the bells of Stepney.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I'm sure I don't know,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Says the great bell at Bow.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I saw a ship a-sailing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A-sailing on the sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it was full of pretty things<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For baby and for me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There were sweetmeats in the cabin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And apples in the hold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sails were made of silk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the masts were made of gold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The four-and-twenty sailors<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That stood between the decks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were four-and-twenty white mice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With chains about their necks.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The captain was a duck,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a packet on his back;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when the ship began to move,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The captain cried, "Quack, quack!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a butcher cut his thumb,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When it did bleed, then blood did come.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a chandler making candle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he them stript, he did them handle.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a cobbler clouting shoon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When they mended, they were done.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a crow sat on a stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he was gone, then there was none.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a horse going to the mill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he went on, he stood not still.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a lackey ran a race,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he ran fast, he ran apace.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a monkey climbed a tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he fell down, then down fell he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a navy went into Spain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When it return'd, it came again.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was an old woman lived under a hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if she's not gone, she lives there still.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="VII" id="VII"></a>VII</h2>
+
+<h2>NURSERY NOVELS</h2>
+
+
+<h4><i>The Courtship, Merry Marriage, and Picnic Dinner of Cock Robin and
+Jenny Wren</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It was a merry time<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When Jenny Wren was young,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So neatly as she danced,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And so sweetly as she sung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Robin Redbreast lost his heart:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He was a gallant bird;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He doft his hat to Jenny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thus to her he said:&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"My dearest Jenny Wren,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If you will but be mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall dine on cherry pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And drink nice currant wine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll dress you like a Goldfinch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or like a Peacock gay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So if you'll have me, Jenny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let us appoint the day."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jenny blushed behind her fan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thus declared her mind:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Then let it be to-morrow, Bob,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I take your offer kind&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span><span class="i0">Cherry pie is very good!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So is currant wine!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I will wear my brown gown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And never dress too fine."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robin rose up early<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At the break of day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He flew to Jenny Wren's house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To sing a roundelay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He met the Cock and Hen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bid the Cock declare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This was his wedding-day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With Jenny Wren, the fair.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Cock then blew his horn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To let the neighbors know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This was Robin's wedding-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they might see the show.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And first came parson Rook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With his spectacles and band,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And one of <i>Mother Hubbard's</i> books<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He held within his hand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then followed him the Lark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For he could sweetly sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he was to be clerk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At Cock Robin's wedding.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span><span class="i0">He sung of Robin's love<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For little Jenny Wren;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he came unto the end,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then he began again.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then came the bride and bridegroom;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quite plainly was she dressed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And blushed so much, her cheeks were<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As red as Robin's breast.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Robin cheered her up;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"My pretty Jen," said he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We're going to be married<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And happy we shall be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Goldfinch came on next,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To give away the bride;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Linnet, being bride's maid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Walked by Jenny's side;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as she was a-walking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She said, "Upon my word,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I think that your Cock Robin<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is a very pretty bird."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Bulfinch walked by Robin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thus to him did say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Pray, mark, friend Robin Redbreast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That Goldfinch, dressed so gay;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span><span class="i0">What though her gay apparel<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Becomes her very well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet Jenny's modest dress and look<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Must bear away the bell."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Blackbird and the Thrush,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And charming Nightingale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose sweet jug sweetly echoes<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through every grove and dale;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Sparrow and Tom Tit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And many more, were there:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All came to see the wedding<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of Jenny Wren, the fair.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O then," says parson Rook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Who gives this maid away?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I do," says the Goldfinch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And her fortune I will pay:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's a bag of grain of many sorts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And other things beside;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now happy be the bridegroom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And happy be the bride!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And will you have her, Robin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To be your wedded wife?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Yes, I will," says Robin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And love her all my life."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span><span class="i0">"And will you have him, Jenny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your husband now to be?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Yes, I will," says Jenny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And love him heartily."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then on her finger fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cock Robin put the ring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"You're married now," says Parson Rook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While the Lark aloud did sing:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Happy be the bridegroom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And happy be the bride!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And may not man, nor bird, nor beast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This happy pair divide."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The birds were asked to dine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not Jenny's friends alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But every pretty songster<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That had Cock Robin known.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They had a cherry pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beside some currant wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And every guest brought something,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That sumptuous they might dine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now they all sat or stood<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To eat and to drink;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And every one said what<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He happened to think;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span><span class="i0">They each took a bumper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And drank to the pair:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cock Robin, the bridegroom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Jenny Wren, the fair.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The dinner-things removed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They all began to sing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And soon they made the place<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Near a mile round to ring.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The concert it was fine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And every bird tried<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who best could sing for Robin<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Jenny Wren, the bride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then in came the Cuckoo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he made a great rout;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He caught hold of Jenny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And pulled her about.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cock Robin was angry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And so was the Sparrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who fetched in a hurry<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His bow and his arrow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His aim then he took,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But he took it not right;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His skill was not good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or he shot in a fright;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span><span class="i0">For the Cuckoo he missed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But Cock Robin killed!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the birds mourned<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That his blood was so spilled,<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Death and Burial of Cock Robin</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who killed Cock Robin?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I," said the Sparrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"With my bow and arrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I killed Cock Robin."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who saw him die?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I," said the Fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"With my little eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I saw him die."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who caught his blood?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I," said the Fish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"With my little dish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I caught his blood."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who'll make his shroud?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I," said the Beetle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"With my thread and needle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll make his shroud."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who'll bear the torch?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I," said the Linnet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I'll come in a minute,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll bear the torch."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who'll be the clerk?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I," said the Lark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I'll say Amen in the dark;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll be the clerk."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who'll dig his grave?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I," said the Owl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"With my spade and trowel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll dig his grave."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who'll be the parson?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I," said the Rook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"With my little book,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll be the parson."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who'll be chief mourner?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I," said the Dove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I mourn for my love;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll be chief mourner."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who'll sing his dirge?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I," said the Thrush,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"As I sing in a bush,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll sing his dirge."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who'll bear the pall?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"We," said the Wren,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Both the Cock and the Hen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We'll bear the pall."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who'll carry his coffin?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I," said the Kite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"If it be in the night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll carry his coffin."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who'll toll the bell?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I," said the Bull,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Because I can pull,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll toll the bell."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All the birds of the air<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fell to sighing and sobbing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When they heard the bell toll<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For poor Cock Robin.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">My dear, do you know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">How a long time ago,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Two poor little children,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Whose names I don't know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were stolen away on a fine summer's day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And left in a wood, as I've heard people say.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">And when it was night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">So sad was their plight!<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">The sun it went down,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">And the moon gave no light!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They sobbed and they sighed, and they bitterly cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the poor little things, they lay down and died.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">And when they were dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The robins so red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Brought strawberry-leaves<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">And over them spread;<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">And all the day long,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">They sung them this song:<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">"Poor babes in the wood! Poor babes in the wood!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh don't you remember the babes in the wood?"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All on a summer's day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And took them clean away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The King of Hearts called for the tarts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And beat the Knave full sore;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And vowed he'd steal no more.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A little boy and a little girl<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Lived in an alley;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Said the little boy to the little girl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">"Shall I, oh! shall I?"<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said the little girl to the little boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">"What will you do?"<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Said the little boy to the little girl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">"I will kiss you."<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When good King Arthur ruled this land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He was a goodly king;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He stole three pecks of barley-meal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To make a bag-pudding.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A bag-pudding the king did make,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And stuff'd it well with plums:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in it put great lumps of fat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As big as my two thumbs.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king and queen did eat thereof,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And noblemen beside;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what they could not eat that night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The queen next morning fried.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Down in the meadow to milk my cow."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I send for thee, then come thou."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jack Sprat could eat no fat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His wife could eat no lean;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so, betwixt them both, you see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They licked the platter clean.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had a wife and couldn't keep her;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He put her in a pumpkin shell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then he kept her very well.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The little priest of Felton,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little priest of Felton,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He kill'd a mouse within his house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ne'er a one to help him.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ding, dong, bell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pussy's in the well!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who put her in?&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Tommy Lin.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who pulled her out?&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Big John Strout.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What a naughty boy was that<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To drown poor pussy-cat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who never did him any harm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I was a bachelor<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I lived by myself;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the bread and cheese I got<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I put upon the shelf.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The rats and the mice<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They made such a strife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I was forced to go to London<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To buy me a wife.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The streets were so bad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the lanes were so narrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I was forced to bring my wife home<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a wheelbarrow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The wheelbarrow broke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my wife had a fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down came wheelbarrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little wife and all.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I had a little husband,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No bigger than my thumb;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I put him in a pint-pot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there I bade him drum.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I bought a little horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That galloped up and down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I bridled him, and saddled him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sent him out of town.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I gave him little garters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To garter up his hose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a little handkerchief,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To wipe his little nose.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sing a song of sixpence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A pocket full of rye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Four-and-twenty blackbirds<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Baked in a pie;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the pie was opened<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The birds began to sing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was not that a dainty dish<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To set before the King?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The King was in his counting-house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Counting out his money;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Queen was in the parlour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Eating bread and honey;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The maid was in the garden<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hanging out the clothes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When up came a blackbird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And nipped off her nose.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little Bo-peep, she lost her sheep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And can't tell where to find them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leave them alone, and they'll come home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bring their tails behind them.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And dreamed she heard them bleating;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When she awoke she found it a joke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For they still were all fleeting.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up she took her little crook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Determined for to find them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For they'd left their tails behind them!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unto a meadow hard by&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There she espied their tails side by side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All hung on a tree to dry.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And over the hillocks she raced;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That each tail should be properly placed.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">There was a little man,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">And he had a little gun,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">He went to the brook,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">And he saw a little duck,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">And he shot it right through the head, head, head.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">He carried it home,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">To his good wife Joan,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">And bid her make a fire for to bake, bake, bake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">To roast the little duck<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">He had shot in the brook,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">And he'd go fetch her next the drake, drake, drake.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">The drake had gone to sail,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">With his nice curly tail,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">But he let off his gun,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">And he fired too soon,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">So the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Three little kittens, they lost their mittens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they began to cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>O mother dear,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>We very much fear,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>That we have lost our mittens.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Lost your mittens!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">You naughty kittens!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then you shall have no pie.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No, you shall have no pie.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.</i><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The three little kittens, they found their mittens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they began to cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>O mother dear,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>See here, see here!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>See! we have found our mittens.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Put on your mittens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">You silly kittens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And you may have some pie.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>O let us have the pie.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r.</i><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The three little kittens put on their mittens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And soon ate up the pie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>O mother dear,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>We greatly fear,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>That we have soiled our mittens.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span><span class="i4">Soiled your mittens!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">You naughty kittens!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then they began to sigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Mee-ow; mee-ow, mee-ow.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then they began to sigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.</i><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The three little kittens they washed their mittens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hung them out to dry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>O mother dear,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Do you not hear,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>That we have washed our mittens?</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Washed your mittens!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">O, you're good kittens.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I smell a rat close by:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Hush! Hush! <i>mee-ow, mee-ow.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>We smell a rat close by,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the house that Jack built.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the malt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lay in the house that Jack built.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the rat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ate the malt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lay in the house that Jack built.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the cat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That killed the rat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ate the malt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lay in the house that Jack built.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the dog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That worried the cat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That killed the rat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ate the malt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lay in the house that Jack built.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the cow with the crumpled horn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That tossed the dog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That worried the cat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That killed the rat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ate the malt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lay in the house that Jack built.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the maiden all forlorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That tossed the dog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That worried the cat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That killed the rat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ate the malt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lay in the house that Jack built.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the man all tattered and torn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span><span class="i0">That tossed the dog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That worried the cat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That killed the rat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ate the malt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lay in the house that Jack built.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the priest all shaven and shorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That married the man all tattered and torn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That tossed the dog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That worried the cat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That killed the rat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ate the malt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lay in the house that Jack built.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the cock that crowed in the morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That married the man all tattered and torn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That tossed the dog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That worried the cat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That killed the rat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ate the malt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lay in the house that Jack built.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the farmer sowing his corn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span><span class="i0">That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That married the man all tattered and torn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That tossed the dog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That worried the cat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That killed the rat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ate the malt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lay in the house that Jack built.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the key of the kingdom.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In that kingdom there is a city.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In that city there is a town.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In that town there is a street.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In that street there is a lane.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In that lane there is a yard.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In that yard there is a house.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In that house there is a room.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In that room there is a bed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In that bed there is a basket.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In that basket there are some flowers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flowers in the basket, basket in the bed, bed in the room, etc., etc.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Tree on the Hill</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On yonder hill there stands a tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And on the tree there was a branch;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And on the branch there was a nest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nest on the branch, branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And in the nest there was an egg;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Egg in the nest, nest on the branch, branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And in the egg there was a bird;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bird in the egg, egg in the nest, nest on the branch, branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And on the bird there was a feather;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feather on the bird, bird in the egg, egg in the nest, nest on the branch, branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">John Ball shot them all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">John Scott made the shot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">John Wiming made the priming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Scott made the shot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">John Brammer made the rammer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Wiming made the priming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Scott made the shot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">John Block made the stock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Brammer made the rammer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Wiming made the priming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Scott made the shot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">John Crowder made the powder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Block made the stock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Brammer made the rammer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Wiming made the priming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Scott made the shot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">John Puzzle made the muzzle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Crowder made the powder,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span><span class="i0">And John Block made the stock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Brammer made the rammer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Wiming made the priming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Scott made the shot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">John Clint made the flint,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Puzzle made the muzzle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Crowder made the powder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Block made the stock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Brammer made the rammer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Wiming made the priming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Scott made the shot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">John Patch made the match,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Clint made the flint,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Puzzle made the muzzle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Crowder made the powder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Block made the stock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Brammer made the rammer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Wiming made the priming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John Scott made the shot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="VIII" id="VIII"></a>VIII</h2>
+
+<h2>GUESS-ME-QUICKS</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me ree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perhaps you can tell me what this may be.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In marble walls as white as milk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lined with a skin as soft as silk;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within a fountain crystal clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A golden apple doth appear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No doors there are to this stronghold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thirty white horses upon a red hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Black within and red without;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Four corners round about.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little Nan Etticoat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a white petticoat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a red nose;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The longer she stands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The shorter she grows.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As round as an apple, as deep as a cup,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the King's horses can't pull it up.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Long legs, crooked thighs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little head, and no eyes.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Higher than a house, higher than a tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, whatever can that be?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Down in a dark dungeon I saw a brave knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All saddled, all bridled, all fit for the fight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gilt was his saddle, and bent was his bow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thrice I've told you his name, and yet you don't know.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not all the King's horses, nor all the King's men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could set Humpty Dumpty up again.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They all went together to seek a bird's nest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They found a bird's nest with five eggs in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They all took one, and left four in.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As soft as silk, as white as milk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As bitter as gall, a thick wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a green coat covers me all.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As I went through the garden gap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom should I meet but Dick Red-cap!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I went to the wood and got it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I sat me down and looked at it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The more I looked at it the less I liked it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I brought it home because I couldn't help it.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a girl in our town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silk an' satin was her gown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silk an' satin, gold an' velvet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Guess her name, three times I've tell'd it.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As I was going to St. Ives<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I met a man with seven wives;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every wife had seven sacks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every sack had seven cats,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every cat had seven kits.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How many were going to St. Ives?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Two legs sat upon three legs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With one leg in his lap;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In comes four legs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And runs away with one leg.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up jumps two legs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Catches up three legs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Throws it after four legs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And makes him bring back one leg.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As I was going o'er Westminster bridge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I met with a Westminster scholar;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He pulled off his cap, <i>an' drew</i> off his glove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wished me a very good morrow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">What is his name?<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Flour of England, fruit of Spain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Met together in a shower of rain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Put in a bag tied round with a string,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a silver nutmeg, and a golden pear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The King of Spain's daughter came to visit me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all was because of my little nut tree.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I skipped over water, I danced over sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the birds of the air, they couldn't catch me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There is one that has a head without an eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there's one that has an eye without a head:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You may find the answer if you try;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And when all is said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Half the answer hangs upon a thread!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Christina G. Rossetti.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Do You Guess it is I?</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I am a little thing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I am not very high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I laugh, dance and sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sometimes I cry.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have a little head<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All covered o'er with hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I hear what is said<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With my two ears there.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On my two feet I walk;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I run too with ease;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my little tongue I talk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Just as much as I please.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have ten fingers too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And just so many toes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two eyes to see through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And but one little nose.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I've a mouth full of teeth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where my bread and milk go in;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And close by, underneath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is my little round chin.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What is this little thing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not very, very high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That can laugh, dance and sing?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Do you guess it is I?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Eliza Lee Follen.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="IX" id="IX"></a>IX</h2>
+
+<h2>GRANDMOTHER'S WISDOM</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">He that would thrive<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">Must rise at five;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">He that hath thriven<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">May lie till seven;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">And he that by the plough would thrive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Himself must either hold or drive.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cock crows in the morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To tell us to rise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he who lies late<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will never be wise.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For early to bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And early to rise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the way to be healthy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wealthy and wise.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A swarm of bees in May<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is worth a load of hay;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span><span class="i0">A swarm of bees in June<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is worth a silver spoon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A swarm of bees in July<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is not worth a fly.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As the days grow longer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The storms grow stronger.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the days begin to lengthen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then the cold begins to strengthen.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A sunshiny shower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Won't last half an hour.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">March winds and April showers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring forth May flowers.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Evening red and morning gray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Set the traveller on his way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But evening gray and morning red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring the rain upon his head.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Jacky's a very good boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He shall have cakes and a custard;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when he does nothing but cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He shall have nothing but mustard.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rainbow at night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the sailor's delight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rainbow at morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sailors, take warning.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thirty days hath September,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">April, June, and November;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">February has twenty-eight alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the rest have thirty-one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Excepting leap-year, that's the time<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When February's days are twenty-nine.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For every ill beneath the sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is a cure or there is none;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If there be one, try to find it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If there be none, never mind it.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They that wash on Monday<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Have all the week to dry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They that wash on Tuesday<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are not so much awry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They that wash on Wednesday<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are not so much to blame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They that wash on Thursday<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wash for very shame;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span><span class="i0">They that wash on Friday<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wash because of need;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they that wash on Saturday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh, they are lazy indeed!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go to bed first,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A golden purse;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go to bed second,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A golden pheasant;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go to bed third,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A golden bird.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sneeze on a Saturday, joy to-morrow.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the wind is in the east,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis good for neither man nor beast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the wind is in the north,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The skilful fisher goes not forth;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the wind is in the south,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the wind is in the west,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then 'tis at the very best.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hearts, like doors, will ope with ease<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To very, very little keys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And don't forget that two of these,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are "I thank you" and "If you please."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If wishes were horses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beggars would ride;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If turnips were watches,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'd wear one by my side.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Cross-patch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Draw the latch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sit by the fire and spin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Take a cup,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And drink it up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then call your neighbors in.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For want of a nail, the shoe was lost;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For want of the shoe, the horse was lost;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span><span class="i0">For want of the horse, the rider was lost;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For want of the rider, the battle was lost;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all from the want of a horseshoe nail.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Monday's child is fair of face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tuesday's child is full of grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wednesday's child is full of woe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thursday's child has far to go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Friday's child is loving and giving,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saturday's child works hard for its living,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the child that is born on the Sabbath day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Went round about the house to find<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A chink to set her foot in;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She tried the keyhole in the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She tried the crevice in the floor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And drove the chimney soot in.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And then one night when it was dark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She blew up such a tiny spark<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That all the town was bothered;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From it she raised such flame and smoke<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That many in great terror woke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And many more were smothered.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And thus when once, my little dears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A whisper reaches itching ears&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The same will come, you'll find:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take my advice, restrain the tongue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Remember what old nurse has sung<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of busy Lady Wind.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="PART_II" id="PART_II"></a><i>PART II</i></h2>
+
+<h2>LITTLE PRINCE AND PRINCESS</h2>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p>
+<h2>I</h2>
+<h3>THE PALACE PLAYTIME</h3>
+<h4><i>Follow Me!</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Children go<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To and fro,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a merry, pretty row,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Footsteps light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Faces bright;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Tis a happy sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swiftly turning round and round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never look upon the ground;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Follow me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Full of glee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Singing merrily.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Work is done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Play's begun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now we have our laugh and fun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Happy days,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Pretty plays,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And no naughty ways.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Holding fast each other's hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We're a happy little band;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span><span class="i4">Follow me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Full of glee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Singing merrily.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Birds are free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">So are we;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we live as happily.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Work we do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Study too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For we learn "Twice two";<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then we laugh, and dance, and sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gay as larks upon the wing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Follow me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Full of glee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Singing merrily.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Eliza Lee Follen.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Baby's Birthday</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Come, Charles, blow the trumpet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And George, beat the drum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For this is the baby's birthday!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Little Annie shall sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And Jemmy shall dance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And father the jews-harp will play.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Come toss up the ball,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And spin the hum top;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We'll have a grand frolic to-day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Let's make some soap bubbles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And blow them up high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And see what the baby will say.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">We'll play the grand Mufti;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Let's all make a ring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The tallest the Mufti shall play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">You must look in his face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And see what he does,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And mind what the Mufti shall say.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">And now we'll play soldiers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">All hold up your heads!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Don't you know 'tis the baby's birthday?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">You must turn out your toes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And toss your feet high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There! this, boys and girls, is the way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Eliza Lee Follen.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Counting Out</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Intery, mintery, cutery-corn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apple seed and apple thorn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wire, brier, limber-lock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Five geese in a flock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sit and sing by a spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O-u-t, and in again.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>A Tea-Party</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You see, merry Phillis, that dear little maid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has invited Belinda to tea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her nice little garden is shaded by trees,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What pleasanter place could there be?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There's a cake full of plums, there are strawberries too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the table is set on the green;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm fond of a carpet all daisies and grass,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Could a prettier picture be seen?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A blackbird (yes, blackbirds delight in warm weather,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is flitting from yonder high spray;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He sees the two little ones talking together,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No wonder the blackbird is gay.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Kate Greenaway.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Around the World</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In go-cart so tiny<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My sister I drew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I've promised to draw her<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The wide world through.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We have not yet started&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I own it with sorrow&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because our trip's always<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Put off till to-morrow.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Kate Greenaway.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>My Ship and I</i><a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of a ship that goes a-sailing on the pond;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret out<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How to send my vessel sailing on beyond.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For I mean to grow as little as the dolly at the helm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the dolly I intend to come alive;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span><span class="i0">And with him beside to help me, it's a-sailing I shall go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It's a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes blow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the vessel goes a divie-divie-dive.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O it's then you'll see me sailing through the rushes and the reeds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And you'll hear the water singing at the prow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For beside the dolly sailor, I'm to voyage and explore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To land upon the island where no dolly was before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to fire the penny cannon in the bow.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Robert Louis Stevenson.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <i>From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons.</i></p></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Feast of the Doll</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In flow'ry Japan, the home of the fan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The land of the parasol,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each month has its feast, from greatest to least,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And March is the Feast of the Doll-doll-doll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And March is the Feast of the Doll.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The wee, slippered maid in gown of brocade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The baby with shaven poll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little brown lad in embroidery clad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All troop to the Feast of the Doll-doll-doll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All troop to the Feast of the Doll.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How pleasant 'twould be, 'neath an almond-tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In sunshine and perfume to loll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forget our own spring, with its wind and its sting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sing to the praise of the Doll-doll-doll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sing to the praise of the Doll.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, sweet Tippytoes, as pink as a rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And white as a cotton-boll;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us follow the plan of the folk in Japan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And dance for your Feast, little Doll-doll-doll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And dance for your Feast, little Doll.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Nora Archibald Smith.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Cuddle Down, Dolly</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They sent me to bed, dear, so dreadfully early,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hadn't a moment to talk to my girlie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But while Nurse is getting her dinner downstairs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll rock you a little and hear you your prayers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><i>Cuddle down, dolly,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><i>Cuddle down, dear!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Here on my shoulder you've nothing to fear.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>That's what Mamma sings to me every night,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Cuddle down, dolly dear, shut your eyes tight!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Not comfor'ble dolly?&mdash;or why do you fidget?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You're hurting my shoulder, you troublesome midget!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perhaps it's that hole that you told me about.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why, darling, your sawdust is trick-ker-ling out!!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We'll call the good doctor in, right straight away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This can't be neglected a single more day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll wet my new hankchif and tie it round tight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twill keep you from suffering pains in the night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I hope you've been good, little dolly, to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not cross to your nursie, nor rude in your play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor dabbled your feet in those puddles of water<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The way you did yesterday, bad little daughter!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, dear! I'm so sleepy&mdash;can't hold up my head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll sing one more verse, then I'll creep into bed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><i>Cuddle down, dolly,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><i>Here on my arm,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Nothing shall frighten you, nothing shall harm.</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Cuddle down sweetly, my little pink rose,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Good angels come now and guard thy repose.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Kate Douglas Wiggin.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Playgrounds</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In summer I am very glad<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We children are so small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For we can see a thousand things<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That men can't see at all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They don't know much about the moss<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all the stones they pass:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They never lie and play among<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The forests in the grass:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They walk about a long way off;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, when we're at the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let father stoop as best he can<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He can't find things like me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But, when the snow is on the ground<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all the puddles freeze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wish that I were very tall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">High up above the trees.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Laurence Alma Tadema.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>Keeping Store</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We have bags and bags of whitest down<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out of the milk-weed pods;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We have purple asters in lovely heaps,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And stacks of golden-rods&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We have needles out of the sweet pine woods,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And spools of cobweb thread;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We have bachelors' buttons for dolly's dress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hollyhock caps for her head.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Mary F. Butts.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>One and One</i><a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Two little girls are better than one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little boys can double the fun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little birds can build a fine nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little arms can love mother best.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little ponies must go to a span;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little pockets has my little man;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little eyes to open and close,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little ears and one little nose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little elbows, dimpled and sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little shoes on two little feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little lips and one little chin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little cheeks with a rose shut in;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little shoulders, chubby and strong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little legs running all day long.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little prayers does my darling say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twice does he kneel by my side each day,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span><span class="i0">Two little folded hands, soft and brown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two little eyelids cast meekly down,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And two little angels guard him in bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"One at the foot, and one at the head."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Mary Mapes Dodge.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <i>From "Rhymes and Jingles," copyright, 1874, 1904, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons.</i></p></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>A Happy Child</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My house is red&mdash;a little house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A happy child am I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I laugh and play the livelong day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I hardly ever cry.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have a tree, a green, green tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To shade me from the sun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And under it I often sit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When all my work is done.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My little basket I will take,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And trip into the town;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When next I'm there I'll buy some cake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And spend my bright half-crown.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Kate Greenaway.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="II_1" id="II_1"></a>II</h2>
+
+<h2>THE PALACE GARDEN</h2>
+
+
+<h4><i>The Garden Year</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">January brings the snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Makes our feet and fingers glow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">February brings the rain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thaws the frozen lake again.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">March brings breezes, loud and shrill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To stir the dancing daffodil.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">April brings the primrose sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scatters daisies at our feet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">May brings flocks of pretty lambs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Skipping by their fleecy dams.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">June brings tulips, lilies, roses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fills the children's hands with posies.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hot July brings cooling showers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apricots, and gillyflowers.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">August brings the sheaves of corn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then the harvest home is borne.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Warm September brings the fruit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sportsmen then begin to shoot.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fresh October brings the pheasant;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then to gather nuts is pleasant.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dull November brings the blast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then the leaves are whirling fast.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Chill December brings the sleet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Unknown.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Child and the World</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I see a nest in a green elm-tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With little brown sparrows,&mdash;one, two, three!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The elm-tree stretches its branches wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the nest is soft and warm inside.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At morn the sun, so golden bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Climbs up to fill the world with light;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It opens the flowers, it wakens me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wakens the birdies,&mdash;one, two, three.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And leaning out of my window high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I look far up at the blue, blue sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then far out at the earth so green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And think it the loveliest ever seen,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The loveliest world that ever was seen!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But by and by, when the sun is low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And birds and babies sleepy grow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I peep again from my window high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And look at the earth and clouds and sky.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The night dew falls in silent showers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To cool the hearts of thirsty flowers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moon comes out,&mdash;the slender thing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A crescent yet, but soon a ring,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And brings with her one yellow star;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How small it looks, away so far!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But soon, in the heaven's shining blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A thousand twinkle and blink at you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a thousand lamps in the sky so blue.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And hush! a light breeze stirs the tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And rocks the birdies,&mdash;one, two, three.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What a beautiful cradle, that soft, warm nest!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What a dear little coverlid, mother-bird's breast!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She's hugging them close to her, tight, so tight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That each downy head is hid from sight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But out from under her sheltering wings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their bright eyes glisten, the darling things!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I lean far out from my window's height<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And say, "Dear, lovely world, good-night!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Good-night, dear, pretty, baby moon!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your cradle you'll outgrow quite soon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then, perhaps, all night you'll shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A grown-up lady moon, so fine<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span><span class="i0">And bright that all the stars<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will want to light their lamps from yours.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep sweetly, birdies, never fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For God is always watching near!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you, dear, friendly world above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The same One holds us in His love;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both you so great, and I so small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are safe,&mdash;He sees the sparrows fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dear God watcheth over all!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Kate Douglas Wiggin.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The Gravel Path</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Baby mustn't frown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When she tumbles down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If the wind should change&mdash;Ah me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What a face her face would be!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Rub away the dirt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Say she wasn't hurt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What a world 'twould be&mdash;O my,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If all who fell began to cry!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Laurence Alma Tadema.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p>
+
+<h4><i>A Dewdrop</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little drop of dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like a gem you are;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I believe that you<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Must have been a star.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the day is bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the grass you lie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell me then, at night<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are you in the sky?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Frank Dempster Sherman.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Who Has Seen the Wind?</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who has seen the wind?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Neither I nor you:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when the leaves hang trembling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The wind is passing through.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who has seen the wind?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Neither you nor I:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when the trees bow down their heads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The wind is passing by.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Christina G. Rossetti</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>The Wind's Song</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O winds that blow across the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What is the story that you bring?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leaves clap their hands on every tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And birds about their branches sing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You sing to flowers and trees and birds<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your sea-songs over all the land.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could you not stay and whisper words<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A little child might understand?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The roses nod to hear you sing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But though I listen all the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You never tell me anything<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of father's ship so far away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Its masts are taller than the trees;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Its sails are silver in the sun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's not a ship upon the seas<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So beautiful as father's one.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With wings spread out it flies so fast<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It leaves the waves all white with foam.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just whisper to me, blowing past,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If you have seen it sailing home.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I feel your breath upon my cheek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And in my hair, and on my brow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dear winds, if you could only speak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I know what you would tell me now.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My father's coming home, you'd say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With precious presents, one, two, three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A shawl for mother, beads for May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And eggs and shells for Rob and me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The winds sing songs where'er they roam;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The leaves all clap their little hands;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For father's ship is coming home<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With wondrous things from foreign lands.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Gabriel Setoun.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Who Likes the Rain?</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I," said the duck. "I call it fun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I have my pretty red rubbers on;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They make a little three-toed track,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the soft, cool mud,&mdash;quack! quack!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I!" cried the dandelion, "I!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she lifted a towsled yellow head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of her green and grassy bed.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I hope 'twill pour! I hope 'twill pour!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Purred the tree-toad at his gray bark door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"For, with a broad leaf for a roof,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am perfectly weather-proof."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sang the brook: "I laugh at every drop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wish they never need to stop<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till a big, big river I grew to be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And could find my way to the sea."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I," shouted Ted, "for I can run,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my high-top boots and rain-coat on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through every puddle and runlet and pool<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I find on the road to school."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Clara Doty Bates.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Rain</i><a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a></h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The rain is raining all around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It falls on field and tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It rains on the umbrellas here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And on the ships at sea.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Robert Louis Stevenson.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <i>From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by&middot;
+Chas. Scribner's Sons.</i></p></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Rain in Spring</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So soft and gentle falls the rain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You cannot hear it on the pane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if it came in pelting showers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twould hurt the budding leaves and flowers.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Gabriel Setoun.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Sun and Rain</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If all were rain and never sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No bow could span the hill;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If all were sun and never rain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There'd be no rainbow still.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Christina G. Rossetti.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>Bees</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bees don't care about the snow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I can tell you why that's so:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once I caught a little bee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who was much too warm for me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Frank Dempster Sherman.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Annie's Garden</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In little Annie's garden<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Grew all sorts of posies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There were pinks, and mignonette,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tulips, and roses.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet peas, and morning glories,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A bed of violets blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And marigolds, and asters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Annie's garden grew.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There the bees went for honey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the humming-birds too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there the pretty butterflies<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the lady-birds flew.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And there among her flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Every bright and pleasant day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In her own pretty garden<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little Annie went to play.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Eliza Lee Follen.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The Daisy</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'm a pretty little thing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Always coming with the spring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the meadows green I'm found,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peeping just above the ground;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span><span class="i0">And my stalk is covered flat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a white and yellow hat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little lady, when you pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lightly o'er the tender grass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Skip about, but do not tread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On my meek and lowly head;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I always seem to say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Surely winter's gone away.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Unknown.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>Pussy Willow</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pussy Willow wakened<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From her Winter nap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the frolic Spring Breeze<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On her door would tap.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"It is chilly weather<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though the sun feels good;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will wrap up warmly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wear my furry hood."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mistress Pussy Willow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Opened wide her door;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never had the sunshine<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Seemed so bright before.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Never had the brooklet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Seemed so full of cheer;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span><span class="i0">"Good morning, Pussy Willow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Welcome to you, dear!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Never guest was quainter:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pussy came to town<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a hood of silver gray<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a coat of brown.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Happy little children<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cried with laugh and shout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Spring is coming, coming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pussy Willow's out."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Kate L. Brown.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>Spring Questions</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How do the pussy-willows grow?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How do the meadow violets blow?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How do the brooklet's waters flow?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Gold-Locks wants to know.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Long and gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The willows sway,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the catkins come the first spring day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Plenty of them<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">On every stem,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">All dressed in fur,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As if they were<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Prepared to keep the cold away.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">The violets, too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In bonnets blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And little crooked necks askew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Stand, sweet and small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Where the grass is tall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Content to spy<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But a bit of sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor ever to know the world at all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">The waters run<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In shade and sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And laugh because the winter's done.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Now swift, now slow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The pace they go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Shining between<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Their banks of green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whither, they neither care nor know.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Clara Doty Bates.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Snowdrops</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Great King Sun is out in the cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His babies are sleeping, he misses the fun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So he knocks at their door with fingers of gold:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Time to get up," says Great King Sun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though the garden beds are sprinkled with snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It's time to get up in the earth below.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who wakes first? A pale little maid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All in her nightgown opens the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peering round as if half afraid<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before she steps out on the wintry floor.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All in their nightgowns, snowdrops stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">White little waifs in a lonely land.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Great King Sun with a smile looks down,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Where are your sisters? I want them, too!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each baby is hurrying into her gown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Purple and saffron, orange and blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Great King Sun gives a louder call,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Good morning, Papa!" cry the babies all.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">W. Graham Robertson.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>A Mystery</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Flowers from clods of clay and mud!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flowers so bright, and grass so green!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell me, blade, and leaf, and bud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How it is you're all so clean.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If my fingers touch these sods,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">See, they're streaked with sticky earth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet you spring from clayey clods,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pure, and fresh, and fair from birth.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Do you wash yourselves at night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a bath of diamond dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That you look so fresh and bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the morning dawns on you?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God, perhaps, sends summer showers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the grass grows grey for rain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To wash the faces of His flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bid His fields be green again.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tell me, blade, and leaf, and bud;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flowers so fair, and grass so green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Growing out of clay and mud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How it is you're all so clean.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Gabriel Setoun.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Meadow Talk</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Don't pick all the flowers!" cried Daisy one day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To a rosy-cheeked boy who was passing her way;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"If you take every one, you will very soon see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That when next summer comes, not a bud will there be!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">"Quite true!" said the Clover,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">"And over and over<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I've sung that same song<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To whoe'er came along."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Quoth the Buttercup, "I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have not been at all shy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In impressing that rule<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On each child of the school."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I've touched the same subject,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Said Timothy Grass.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"'Leave just a few flowers!'<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I beg, as they pass."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sighed a shy little Fern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From her home in the shade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"About pulling up roots,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What a protest I've made!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The children are heedless!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Gentian declared,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"When my blossom-time comes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not a bud will be spared."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Take courage, sweet neighbor!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Violet said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And raised in entreaty<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her delicate head.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The children are thoughtless,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I own, in my turn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if we <i>all</i> teach them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They cannot but learn."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">"The lesson," said the Alders,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">"Is a simple one, indeed,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4"><i>Where no root is, blooms no flower,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i10"><i>Where no flower is, no seed."</i><br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"'Tis very well said!" chirped the Robin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the elm tree fluttering down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"If you'll write on your leaves such a lesson,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll distribute them over the town."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh, write it, dear Alders!" the Innocents cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their pretty eyes tearfully blue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"You are older than we are; you're strong and you're wise&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There's none but would listen to you!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">But, ah! the Alders could not write;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And though the Robin knew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The art as well as any bird&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or so he said&mdash;he flew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Straight up the hill and far away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Remarking as he went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He had a business errand<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And was not on pleasure bent.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Did the children learn the lesson,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Though 'twas never written down?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We shall know when, gay and blithesome,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Lady Summer comes to town.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Nora Archibald Smith.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Twenty Froggies</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Twenty froggies went to school<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down beside a rushy pool.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twenty little coats of green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twenty vests all white and clean.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"We must be in time," said they,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"First we study, then we play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That is how we keep the rule,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When we froggies go to school."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Master Bull-frog, brave and stern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Called his classes in their turn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Taught them how to nobly strive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Also how to leap and dive;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Taught them how to dodge a blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the sticks that bad boys throw.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twenty froggies grew up fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bull-frogs they became at last;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Polished in a high degree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As each froggie ought to be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now they sit on other logs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Teaching other little frogs.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">George Cooper.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>The Snail</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Snail he lives in his hard round house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the orchard, under the tree:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Says he, "I have but a single room;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But it's large enough for me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Snail in his little house doth dwell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All the week from end to end,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You're at home, Master Snail; that's all very well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But you never receive a friend.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Unknown.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The Worm</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No, little worm, you need not slip<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into your hole, with such a skip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drawing the gravel as you glide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On to your smooth and slimy side.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm not a crow, poor worm, not I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peeping about your holes to spy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fly away with you in air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To give my young ones each a share.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, and I'm not a rolling-stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Creaking along with hollow groan;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nor am I of the naughty crew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who don't care what poor worms go through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But trample on them as they lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rather than pass them gently by;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or keep them dangling on a hook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Choked in a dismal pond or brook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till some poor fish comes swimming past,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And finishes their pain at last.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For my part, I could never bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your tender flesh to hack and tear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forgetting that poor worms endure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As much as I should, to be sure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If any giant should come and jump<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On to my back, and kill me plump,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or run my heart through with a scythe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And think it fun to see me writhe!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O no, I'm only looking about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see you wriggle in and out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And drawing together your slimy rings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Instead of feet, like other things:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So, little worm, don't slide and slip<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into your hole, with such a skip.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Ann Taylor.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>The City Mouse and the Garden Mouse</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The city mouse lives in a house;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The garden mouse lives in a bower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's friendly with the frogs and toads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sees the pretty plants in flower.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The city mouse eats bread and cheese;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The garden mouse eats what he can;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We will not grudge him seeds and stocks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Poor little timid furry man.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Christina G. Rossetti.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Robin to His Mate</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said Robin to his pretty mate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Bring here a little hay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lay here a stick and there a straw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bring a little clay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And we will build a little nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wherein you soon shall lay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your little eggs, so smooth, so blue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come, let us work away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And you shall keep them very warm;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And only think, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twill not be long before we see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Four little robins here.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"They'll open wide their yellow mouths,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And we will feed them well;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For we shall love the little dears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh, more than I can tell!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And while the sun is shining warm<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Up in the summer sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll sit and sing to them and you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Up in the branches high.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And all night long, my love, you'll sit<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the pretty nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And keep the little robins warm<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beneath your downy breast."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Mrs. Carter.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Brown Thrush</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's singing to me! He's singing to me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And what does he say, little girl, little boy?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Oh, the world's running over with joy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Don't you hear? Don't you see?<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">Hush! Look! In my tree,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">I'm as happy as happy can be!"<br />
+</span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And the brown thrush keeps singing, "A nest do you see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And five eggs, hid by me in the juniper tree?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Don't meddle! Don't touch! little girl, little boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or the world will lose some of its joy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Now I'm glad! now I'm free!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">And I always shall be,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">If you never bring sorrow to me."<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To you and to me, to you and to me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Oh, the world's running over with joy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">But long it won't be,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">Don't you know? Don't you see?<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">Unless we're as good as can be."<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">Lucy Larcom.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The Little Doves</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">High on the top of an old pine-tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Broods a mother dove with her young ones three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Warm over them is her soft downy breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they sing so sweetly in their nest:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All in their nest in the old pine-tree.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Soundly they sleep through the moonshiny night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each young one covered and tucked in tight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Morn wakes them up with the first blush of light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they sing to each other with all their might:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All in their nest in the old pine-tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When in the nest they are all left alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While their mother dear for their food has flown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quiet and gentle they all remain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till their mother they see come home again:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All in their nest in the old pine-tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When they are fed by their tender mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One never will push nor crowd another:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each opens widely his own little bill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he patiently waits, and gets his fill:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All in their nest in the old pine-tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wisely the mother begins, by and by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make her young ones learn to fly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just for a little way over the brink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then back to the nest as quick as a wink:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All in their nest in the old pine-tree.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fast grow the young ones, day and night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till their wings are plumed for a longer flight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till unto them at the last draws nigh<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The time when they all must say good-by:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And away they fly from the old pine-tree.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">Unknown.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Other Side of the Sky</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A pool in a garden green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the sky hung over all;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down to the water we lean&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What if I let you fall?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A little splash and a cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A little gap in the blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you'd fall right into the sky&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Into the sky&mdash;and through.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What do you think they'd think?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How do you think they'd greet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little wet baby in pink<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tumbling down at their feet?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I wonder if they'd be shy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Those folk of the Far Away:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the other side of the Sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Do you think you'd be asked to stay?<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I think they would say&mdash;"No, no"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(Peeping down through a crack),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"For they seem to want her below,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And so we must send her back."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">W. Graham Robertson.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Happy World</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">The bee is a rover;<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">The brown bee is gay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">To feed on the clover,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">He passes this way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Brown bee, humming over,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">What is it you say?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"The world is so happy&mdash;so happy to-day!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">The martens have nested<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">All under the eaves;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">The field-mice have jested<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">And played in the sheaves;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">We have played, too, and rested,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">And none of us grieves,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">All over the wide world, who is it that grieves?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">William Brighty Rands.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Come, Little Leaves</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Come over the meadows with me and play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Put on your dresses of red and gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For summer is gone and the days grow cold."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down they came fluttering, one and all;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the brown fields they danced and flew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Singing the sweet little song they knew.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Cricket, good-by, we've been friends so long,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little brook, sing us your farewell song;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say you are sorry to see us go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All, you will miss us, right well we know.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Dear little lambs in your fleecy fold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mother will keep you from harm and cold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fondly we watched you in vale and glade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winter had called them, and they were content;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon, fast asleep in their earthy beds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The snow laid a coverlid over their heads.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">George Cooper.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Little Jack Frost</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little Jack Frost went up the hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Watching the stars and the moon so still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Watching the stars and the moon so bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And laughing aloud with all his might.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Jack Frost ran down the hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Late in the night when the winds were still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Late in the fall when the leaves fell down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Red and yellow and faded brown.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little Jack Frost walked through the trees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ah," sighed the flowers, "we freeze, we freeze."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ah," sighed the grasses, "we die, we die."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said Little Jack Frost, "Good-by, Good-by."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Jack Frost tripped 'round and 'round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spreading white snow on the frozen ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nipping the breezes, icing the streams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chilling the warmth of the sun's bright beams.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when Dame Nature brought back the spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought back the birds to chirp and sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Melted the snow and warmed the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Jack Frost went pouting by.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flowers opened their eyes of blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Green buds peeped out and grasses grew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It was so warm and scorched him so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Jack Frost was glad to go.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">Unknown.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>The Snow-Bird's Song</i>.</h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The ground was all covered with snow one day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And two little sisters were busy at play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When a snow-bird was sitting close by on a tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And merrily singing his chick-a-de-dee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Chick-a-de-dee, chick-a-de-dee,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">And merrily singing his chick-a-de-dee.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He had not been singing that tune very long<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere Emily heard him, so loud was his song;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh, sister, look out of the window," said she;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Here's a dear little bird singing chick-a-de-dee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Chick-a-de-dee, etc.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Oh, mother, do get him some stockings and shoes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a nice little frock, and a hat, if he choose;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wish he'd come into the parlor and see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How warm we would make him, poor chick-a-de-dee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Chick-a-de-dee," etc.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There is One, my dear child, though I cannot tell who,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has clothed me already, and warm enough too.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Good-morning! Oh, who are as happy as we?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And away he went singing his chick-a-de-dee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Chick-a-de-dee, etc.<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">F. C. Woodworth.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Snow</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O come to the garden, dear brother, and see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What mischief was done in the night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The snow has quite covered the nice apple-tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the bushes are sprinkled with white.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The spring in the grove is beginning to freeze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The pond is hard frozen all o'er;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long icicles hang in bright rows from the trees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And drop in odd shapes from the door.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The old mossy thatch, and the meadows so green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are covered all over with white;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The snowdrop and crocus no more can be seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The thick snow has covered them quite.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And see the poor birds how they fly to and fro,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They're come for their breakfast again;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the little worms all are hid under the snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They hop about chirping in vain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then open the window, I'll throw them some bread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I've some of my breakfast to spare:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wish they would come to my hand to be fed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But they're all flown away, I declare.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nay, now, pretty birds, don't be frightened, I pray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You shall not be hurt, I'll engage;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm not come to catch you and force you away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And fasten you up in a cage.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I wish you could know you've no cause for alarm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From me you have nothing to fear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why, my little fingers could do you no harm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Although you came ever so near.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">Jane Taylor.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="III_1" id="III_1"></a>III</h2>
+
+<h2>THE PALACE PETS</h2>
+
+
+<h4><i>The Cow</i><a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The friendly cow all red and white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I love with all my heart:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She gives me cream with all her might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To eat with apple-tart.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She wanders lowing here and there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And yet she cannot stray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All in the pleasant open air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The pleasant light of day;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And blown by all the winds that pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wet with all the showers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She walks among the meadow grass<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And eats the meadow flowers.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Robert Louis Stevenson.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <i>From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons.</i></p></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Good Moolly Cow</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come! supper is ready;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come! boys and girls, now,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span><span class="i0">For here is fresh milk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the good moolly cow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Have done with your fife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And your row de dow dow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And taste this sweet milk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the good moolly cow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whoever is fretting<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Must clear up his brow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or he'll have no milk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the good moolly cow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And here is Miss Pussy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She means by <i>mee-ow</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give me, too, some milk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the good moolly cow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When children are hungry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O, who can tell how<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They love the fresh milk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the good moolly cow!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So, when you meet moolly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Just say, with a bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Thank you for your milk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mrs. Good Moolly Cow."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Eliza Lee Follen.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>The Cow</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Pretty Moo-cow, will you tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why you like the fields so well?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You never pluck the daisies white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor look up to the sky so bright;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So tell me, Moo-cow, tell me true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you happy when you moo?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I do not pluck the daisies white;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I care not for the sky so bright;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all day long I lie and eat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pleasant grass, so fresh and sweet,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grass that makes nice milk for you;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I am happy when I moo."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Mrs. Motherly.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Bossy and the Daisy</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Right up into Bossy's eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Looked the Daisy, boldly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, alas! to his surprise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bossy ate him, coldly!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Listen! Daisies in the fields,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hide away from Bossy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Daisies make the milk she yields,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And her coat grow glossy.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So, each day, she tries to find<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Daisies nodding sweetly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And although it's most unkind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bites their heads off, neatly!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Margaret Deland.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Clucking Hen</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Will you take a walk with me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My little wife, to-day?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's barley in the barley-field,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hay-seed in the hay."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Thank you," said the clucking hen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I've something else to do;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm busy sitting on my eggs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I cannot walk with you."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Said the clucking hen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"My little chicks will soon be hatched,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll think about it then."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The clucking hen sat on her nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She made it in the hay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And warm and snug beneath her breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A dozen white eggs lay.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Crack, crack, went all the eggs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out dropt the chickens small!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Cluck," said the clucking hen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Now I have you all."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come along, my little chicks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll take a walk with <i>you</i>."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Hollo!" said the barn-door cock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Cock-a-doodle-do!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Aunt Effie's Rhymes.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Chickens in Trouble</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O mother, mother! I'm so cold!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One little chicken grumbled.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"And, mother!" cried a second chick,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Against a stone I've stumbled."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And oh! I am so sleepy now,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Another chick was moaning;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While chicken fourth of tired wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Kept up a constant groaning.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And, mother! I have such a pain!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Peeped out the chicken baby;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"That yellow meal did taste so good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I've eaten too much, may be."<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And there's a black, black cloud up there,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cried all in fear and wonder;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O mother dear, do spread your wings<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And let us all creep under."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There, there, my little dears, come here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your cries are quite distressing,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The mother called, and spread her wings<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For comfort and caressing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And soon beneath her feathers warm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The little chicks were huddled;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I know what ailed you all," she said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"You wanted to be cuddled."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And as they nestled cosily<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hushed their weak complaining,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She told them that the black, black cloud<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was quite too small for raining.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And one by one they all were soothed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And out again went straying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until five happy little chicks<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were in the farmyard playing.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Emilie Poulsson.</p>
+
+<p class="f1 f2"><i>From the Norwegian.</i></p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>The Funniest Thing in the World</i><a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The funniest thing in the world, I know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is watchin' the monkeys 'at's in the show!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jumpin' an' runnin' an' racin' roun',<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Way up the top o' the pole; nen down!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First they're here, an' nen they're there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' ist a'most any an' ever'where!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Screechin' an' scratchin' wherever they go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They're the funniest thing in the world, I know!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They're the funniest thing in the world, I think:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Funny to watch 'em eat an' drink;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Funny to watch 'em a-watchin' us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' actin' 'most like grown folks does!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Funny to watch 'em p'tend to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Skeerd at their tail 'at they happen to see;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the funniest thing in the world they do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is never to laugh, like me an' you!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">James Whitcomb Riley.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <i>From "Rhymes of Childhood," copyright 1902, used by
+special permission of the publishers, The Bobbs-Merrill Company.</i></p></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The Orphan's Song</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I had a little bird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I took it from the nest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I prest it and blest it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And nurst it in my breast.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span><span class="i0">I set it on the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Danced round and round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sang about it so cheerly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With "Hey, my little bird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ho! my little bird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And oh! but I love thee dearly!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I make a little feast<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of food soft and sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hold it in my breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And coax it to eat;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I pit, and I pat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I call this and that,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I sing about so cheerly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With "Hey, my little bird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ho! my little bird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ho! but I love thee dearly!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Sydney Dobell.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Darling Birds</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The darling birds are warm;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yes, feather on feather,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All close together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The darling birds are warm.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They care not whether<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Tis stormy weather,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For they are safe from harm.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With feather on feather,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tho' 'tis stormy weather,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The darling birds are warm.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Unknown.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The Lamb</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now, Lamb, no longer naughty be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be good and homewards come with me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else upon another day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall not with the daisies play.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Did we not bring you, for a treat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the green grass to frisk your feet?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when we must go home again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You pull your ribbon and complain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So, little Lamb, be good once more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And give your naughty tempers o'er.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then you again shall dine and sup<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On daisy white and buttercup.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Kate Greenaway.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Four Pets</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pussy has a whiskered face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kitty has such pretty ways,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Doggie scampers when I call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And has a heart to love us all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The dog lies in his kennel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Puss purrs on the rug,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And baby perches on my knee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For me to love and hug.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pat the dog and stroke the cat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Each in its degree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And cuddle and kiss my baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And baby dear kiss me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Christina G. Rossetti.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>A Puppy's Problem</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Midget was a puppy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to the farm was brought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She found that there were many things<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A puppy must be taught.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Her mother oft had told her<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The first thing to be known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was how to gnaw and bite, and thus<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Enjoy a toothsome bone.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So Midget practiced biting<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On everything around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But that was not approved at all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To her surprise, she found.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The farmer spoke severely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till Midget shook with fright;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The children shouted "No, no, no!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bad Midget! Mustn't bite!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Twas just the same with barking;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At first they all said "Hark!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenever Midget tried her voice;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Good puppy! that's it! Bark!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But then, as soon as Midget<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Could sound a sharp "Bow-wow!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alas! the talk was changed to "Hush!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Such noise we can't allow."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now wasn't that a puzzle?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It seemed a problem dark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That it was right and wrong to bite<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And right and wrong to bark.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A puppy's hardest lesson<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is when to bark and bite;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Midget learned it, and became<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A comfort and delight.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Emilie Poulsson.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>I Like Little Pussy</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I like little Pussy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her coat is so warm;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if I don't hurt her<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She'll do me no harm.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I'll not pull her tail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor drive her away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Pussy and I<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Very gently will play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She shall sit by my side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I'll give her some food;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she'll love me because<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I am gentle and good.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll pat little Pussy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And then she will purr,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus show her thanks<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For my kindness to her;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll not pinch her ears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor tread on her paw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest I should provoke her<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To use her sharp claw;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I never will vex her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor make her displeased,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Pussy can't bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To be worried or teased.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Jane Taylor.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="IV_1" id="IV_1"></a>IV</h2>
+
+<h2>THE PALACE JEST-BOOK</h2>
+
+
+<h4><i>The Owl and the Eel and the Warming-Pan</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The owl and the eel and the warming-pan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They went to call on the soap-fat man.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The soap-fat man he was not within:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'd gone for a ride on his rolling-pin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So they all came back by the way of the town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And turned the meeting-house upside down.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">Laura E. Richards.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Fastidious Serpent</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a snake that dwelt in Skye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Over the misty sea, oh;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He liv'd upon nothing but gooseberry-pie<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For breakfast, dinner, and tea, oh.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now gooseberry-pie&mdash;as is very well known&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Over the misty sea, oh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is not to be found under every stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor yet upon every tree, oh.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And being so ill to please with his meat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Over the misty sea, oh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The snake had sometimes nothing to eat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And an angry snake was he, oh.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then he'd flick his tongue and his head he'd shake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Over the misty sea, oh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crying, "Gooseberry-pie! For goodness' sake<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some gooseberry-pie for me, oh!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And if gooseberry-pie was not to be had,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Over the misty sea, oh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'd twine and twist like an eel gone mad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or a worm just stung by a bee, oh.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But though he might shout and wriggle about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Over the misty sea, oh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The snake had often to go without<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His breakfast, dinner, and tea, oh.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Henry Johnstone.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Snake Story</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a little Serpent and he wouldn't go to school&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh, what a naughty little Snake!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span><span class="i0">He grinn'd and put his tongue out when they said it was the rule&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ah, what a naughty face to make.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He wriggled off behind a stone and hid himself from sight&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh, what a naughty thing to do!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And went to sleep as if it were the middle of the night&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wouldn't do like that, would you?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He dreamt of stealing linties' eggs and sucking them quite dry&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh, what a greedy thing to dream!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then he dreamt that he had wings and knew the way to fly&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ah, what a pleasure that would seem!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By came a collie dog and said, "What have we here?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh, it's a horrid little Snake!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He bark'd at him and woke him up and fill'd him full of fear&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ah, how his heart began to quake!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How the Serpent got away he really didn't know&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh, what a dreadful fright he got!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span><span class="i0">But he hurried all the way to school as hard as he could go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dusty and terrified and hot.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As into school he wriggled, they were putting books away&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Oh," says the master, "is it you?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stand upon that stool, sir, while the others go to play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That's what a truant has to do."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Henry Johnstone.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Melancholy Pig</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a Pig, that sat alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beside a ruined Pump.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By day and night he made his moan:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It would have stirred a heart of stone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see him wring his hoofs and groan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Because he could not jump.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Lewis Carroll.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>Hospitality</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said a Snake to a Frog with a wrinkled skin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"As I notice, dear, that your dress is thin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a rain is coming, I'll take you in."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">John B. Tabb.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Lost</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"<i>Lock the dairy door!</i>" Oh, hark, the cock is crowing proudly!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"<i>Lock the dairy door!</i>" and all the hens are cackling loudly:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"<i>Chickle, chackle, chee,</i>" they cry; "<i>we haven't got the key,</i>" they cry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"<i>Chickle, chackle, chee! Oh, dear, wherever can it be!</i>" they cry.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up and down the garden walks where all the flowers are blowing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out about the golden fields where tall the wheat is growing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the barn and up the road they cackle and they chatter:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cry the children, "Hear the hens! Why, what can be the matter?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What scraping and what scratching, what bristling and what hustling;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cock stands on the fence, the wind his ruddy plumage rustling;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a soldier grand he stands, and like a trumpet glorious<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sounds his shout both far and near, imperious and victorious.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But to partlets down below, who cannot find the key, they hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"<i>Lock the dairy door!</i>" That's all his challenge says to them, my dear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why they had it, how they lost it, must remain a mystery;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I that tell you, never heard the first part of the history.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But if you will listen, dear, next time the cock crows proudly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"<i>Lock the dairy door!</i>" you'll hear him tell the biddies loudly:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"<i>Chickle, chackle, chee,</i>" they cry; "<i>we haven't got the key!</i>" they cry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"<i>Chickle, chackle, chee! Oh, dear, wherever can it be!</i>" they cry.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">Celia Thaxter.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>Extremes</i><a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a></h4>
+<h4>I</h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A little boy once played so loud<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said, "Since <i>I</i> can't be heard, why, then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll never, never thunder again!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p>
+
+<h4>II</h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And a little girl once kept so still<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That she heard a fly on the window-sill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whisper and say to a lady-bird,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"She's the stilliest child I ever heard!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">James Whitcomb Riley.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <i>From "The Book of Joyous Children," copyright 1902, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons.</i></p></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The Dream of a Girl Who Lived at Seven-Oaks</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seven swift sailing-ships white upon the sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seven bright weather-cocks shining in the sun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seven slim race-horses ready for a run;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seven gold butterflies, flitting overhead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seven red roses blowing in a garden bed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seven white lilies, with honey bees inside them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seven round rainbows with clouds to divide them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seven pretty little girls with sugar on their lips;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seven witty little boys, whom everybody tips;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seven nice fathers, to call little maids joys;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seven nice mothers, to kiss the little boys;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seven nights running I dreamt it all plain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With bread and jam for supper I could dream it all again!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">William Brighty Rands.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>The Dream of a Boy Who Lived at Nine-Elms</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nine grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nine bakers' baskets, with hot-cross buns;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nine brown elephants, standing in a row;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nine new velocipedes, good ones to go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nine knickerbocker suits, with buttons all complete;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nine pair of skates with straps for the feet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nine clever conjurors eating hot coals;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nine sturdy mountaineers leaping on their poles;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nine little drummer-boys beating on their drums;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nine fat aldermen sitting on their thumbs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nine new knockers to our front door;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nine new neighbours that I never saw before;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nine times running I dreamt it all plain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With bread and cheese for supper I could dream it all again!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">William Brighty Rands.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>A Little Boy's Pocket</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Do you know what's in my pottet?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a lot of treasures in it!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Listen now while I bedin it:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a lot of sings it holds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And everysin dats in my pottet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when, and where, and how I dot it.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span><span class="i0">First of all, here's in my pottet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A beauty shell, I pit'd it up:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here's the handle of a tup<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That somebody has broked at tea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The shell's a hole in it, you see:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nobody knows dat I dot it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I teep it safe here in my pottet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here's my ball too in my pottet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here's my pennies, one, two, free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Aunty Mary dave to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To-morrow day I'll buy a spade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I'm out walking with the maid;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I tant put that here in my pottet!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I can use it when I've dot it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's some more sings in my pottet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's my lead, and here's my string;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And once I had an iron ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But through a hole it lost one day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this is what I always say&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A hole's the worst sing in a pottet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be sure and mend it when you've dot it.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Unknown.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>A. Apple Pie</i></h4>
+
+<p class="f3"><b>a</b></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">A was once an apple-pie,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Pidy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Widy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Tidy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Pidy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Nice insidy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Apple-pie!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="f3"><b>b</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">B was once a little bear,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Beary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Wary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Hairy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Beary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Taky caky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little bear!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="f3"><b>c</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">C was once a little cake,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Caky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Baky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Maky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Caky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Taky caky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little cake!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span></p>
+<p class="f3"><b>d</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">D was once a little doll,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Dolly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Molly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Polly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Nolly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Nursy dolly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little doll!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f3"><b>e</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">E was once a little eel,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Eely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Weely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Peely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Eely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Twirly, tweely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little eel!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="f3"><b>f</b></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">F was once a little fish,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Fishy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Wishy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Squishy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Fishy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">In a dishy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little fish!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span></p>
+<p class="f3"><b>g</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">G was once a little goose,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Goosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Moosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Boosey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Goosey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Waddly-woosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little goose!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="f3"><b>h</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">H was once a little hen,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Henny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Chenny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Tenny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Henny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Eggsy-any,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little hen?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="f3"><b>i</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">I was once a bottle of ink,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Inky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Dinky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Thinky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Inky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Blacky minky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Bottle of ink!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span></p>
+<p class="f3"><b>j</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">J was once a jar of jam,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Jammy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Mammy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Clammy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Jammy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Sweety, swammy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Jar of jam!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="f3"><b>k</b></p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">K was once a little kite,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Kity,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Whity,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Flighty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Kity,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Out of sighty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little kite!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="f3"><b>l</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">L was once a little lark,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Larky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Marky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Harky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Larky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">In the parky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little lark!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></p>
+<p class="f3"><b>m</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">M was once a little mouse,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Mousy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Bousy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Sousy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Mousy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">In the housy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little mouse!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="f3"><b>n</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">N was once a little needle,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Needly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Tweedly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Threedly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Needly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Wisky, wheedly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little needle!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="f3"><b>o</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">O was once a little owl,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Owly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Prowly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Howly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Owly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Browny fowly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little owl!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span></p>
+<p class="f3"><b>p</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">P was once a little pump,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Pumpy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Slumpy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Flumpy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Pumpy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Dumpy, thumpy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little pump!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f3"><b>q</b></p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Q was once a little quail,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Quaily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Faily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Daily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Quaily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Stumpy-taily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little quail!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="f3"><b>r</b></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">R was once a little rose,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Rosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Posy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Nosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Rosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Blows-y, grows-y,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little rose!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></p>
+<p class="f3"><b>s</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">S was once a little shrimp,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Shrimpy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Nimpy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Flimpy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Shrimpy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Jumpy, jimpy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little shrimp!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="f3"><b>t</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">T was once a little thrush,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Thrushy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Hushy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Bushy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Thrushy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Flitty, flushy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little thrush!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="f3"><b>u</b></p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">U was once a little urn,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Urny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Burny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Turny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Urny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Bubbly, burny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little urn!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span></p>
+<p class="f3"><b>v</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">V was once a little vine,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Viny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Winy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Twiny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Viny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Twisty-twiny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little vine!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f3"><b>w</b></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">W was once a whale,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Whaly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Scaly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Shaly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Whaly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Tumbly-taily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Mighty whale!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="f3"><b>x</b></p>
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">X was once a great king Xerxes,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Xerxy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Perxy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Turxy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Xerxy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Linxy, lurxy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Great King Xerxes!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><p class="f3"><b>y</b></p>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Y was once a little yew,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Yewdy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Fewdy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Crudy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Yewdy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Growdy, grewdy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Little yew!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f3"><b>z</b></p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Z was once a piece of zinc,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i12">Tinky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Winky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Blinky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Tinky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Tinkly minky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i11">Piece of zinc!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Edward Lear.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>A was an Ant</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A was an ant<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who seldom stood still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And who made a nice house<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the side of a hill.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>a</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Nice little ant!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">B was a book<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a binding of blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pictures and stories<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For me and for you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>b</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Nice little book!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">C was a cat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who ran after a rat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But his courage did fail<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When she seized on his tail.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>c</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Crafty old cat!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">D was a duck<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With spots on his back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who lived in the water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And always said "Quack!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>d</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Dear little duck!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">E was an elephant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stately and wise:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He had tusks and a trunk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And two queer little eyes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>e</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Oh, what funny small eyes!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">F was a fish<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who was caught in a net;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he got out again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And is quite alive yet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>f</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Lively young fish!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">G was a goat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who was spotted with brown:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he did not lie still<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He walked up and down.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>g</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Good little goat!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">H was a hat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which was all on one side;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its crown was too high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And its brim was too wide.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>h</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Oh, what a hat!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I was some ice<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So white and so nice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But which nobody tasted;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And so it was wasted.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>i</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">All that good ice!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">J was a jackdaw<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who hopped up and down<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the principal street<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of a neighboring town.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>j</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">All through the town!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">K was a kite<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which flew out of sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Above houses so high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quite into the sky.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>k</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Fly away, kite!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">L was a light<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which burned all the night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lighted the gloom<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of a very dark room.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>l</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Useful nice light!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">M was a mill<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which stood on a hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And turned round and round<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a loud hummy sound.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>m</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Useful old mill!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">N was a net<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which was thrown in the sea<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To catch fish for dinner<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For you and for me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>n</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Nice little net!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O was an orange<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So yellow and round:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When it fell off the tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It fell down to the ground.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>o</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Down to the ground!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">P was a pig,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who was not very big;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But his tail was too curly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And that made him surly.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>p</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Cross little pig!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Q was a quail<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a very short tail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he fed upon corn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the evening and morn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>q</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Quaint little quail!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">R was a rabbit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who had a bad habit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of eating the flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In gardens and bowers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>r</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Naughty fat rabbit!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">S was the sugar-tongs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nippity-nee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To take up the sugar<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To put in our tea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>s</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Nippity-nee!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">T was a tortoise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All yellow and black:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He walked slowly away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he never came back.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>t</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Torty never came back!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">U was an urn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All polished and bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And full of hot water<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At noon and at night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>u</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Useful old urn!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">V was a villa<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which stood on a hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the side of a river,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And close to a mill.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>v</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Nice little villa!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">W was a whale<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a very long tail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose movements were frantic<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Across the Atlantic.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>w</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Monstrous old whale!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">X was King Xerxes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who, more than all Turks, is<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Renowned for his fashion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of fury and passion.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>x</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Angry old Xerxes!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Y was a yew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which flourished and grew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By a quiet abode<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Near the side of a road.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>y</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Dark little yew!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Z was some zinc,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So shiny and bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which caused you to wink<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the sun's merry light.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12"><b>z</b><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Beautiful zinc!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Edward Lear.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The Table and the Chair</i></h4>
+<h4>I</h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said the Table to the Chair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"You can hardly be aware<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How I suffer from the heat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And from chilblains on my feet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If we took a little walk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We might have a little talk;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pray let us take the air,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said the Table to the Chair.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h4>II</h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said the Chair unto the Table,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Now, you <i>know</i> we are not able:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How foolishly you talk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When you know we <i>cannot</i> walk!"<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span><span class="i0">Said the Table with a sigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"It can do no harm to try.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I've as many legs as you:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why can't we walk on two?"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h4>III</h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So they both went slowly down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And walked about the town<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a cheerful bumpy sound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As they toddled round and round;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And everybody cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As they hastened to their side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"See! the Table and the Chair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have come out to take the air!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h4>IV</h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But in going down an alley,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To a castle in a valley,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They completely lost their way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wandered all the day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till, to see them safely back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They paid a Ducky-quack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a Beetle, and a Mouse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who took them to their house.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h4>V</h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they whispered to each other,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O delightful little brother,<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span><span class="i0">What a lovely walk we've taken!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us dine on beans and bacon."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So the Ducky and the leetle<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Browny-Mousy and the Beetle<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dined, and danced upon their heads<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till they toddled to their beds.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Edward Lear.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Feeding the Fairies</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fairies, fairies, come and be fed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come and be fed like hens and cocks;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hither and thither with delicate tread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flutter around me in fairy flocks.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come, little fairies, from far and near;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come, little fairies, I know you can fly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who can be dear if <i>you</i> are not dear?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And who is so fond of a fairy as I?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fairies, fairies, come if you please,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nod your heads and ruffle your wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Marching in order or standing at ease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Frolicsome fairies are dear little things!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Golden the grain and silver the rice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pleasant the crumbs from Mama's own bread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Currants pick'd out of the pudding are nice&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fairies, fairies, come and be fed!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hushaby, oh! hushaby, oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hide by the door&mdash;keep very still&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I must be gentle, I must speak low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or frighten the fairies I certainly will.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fairies are easily frighten'd, I know;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They are so small, we must pity their fears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hushaby, oh! hushaby, oh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Coax them and humour them&mdash;poor little dears!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fairies, fairies, why don't you come?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fairies, fairies, wherefore delay?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a few minutes I must run home&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cross little creatures! you know I can't stay!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See how I scatter your beautiful food&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good little fairies would come when I call;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fairies, fairies, <i>won't</i> you be good?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What is the use of my speaking at all?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">"Two Friends."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The Fairy</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, who is so merry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the light-hearted fairy?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He dances and sings<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the sound of his wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, who is so merry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the light-hearted fairy?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His nectar he sips<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the primrose's lips,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, who is so merry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the light-hearted fairy?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His night is the noon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And his sun is the moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Unknown.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="V_1" id="V_1"></a>V</h2>
+
+<h2>THE QUEEN-MOTHER'S COUNSEL</h2>
+
+
+<h4><i>A Thought</i><a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It is very nice to think<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The world is full of meat and drink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With little children saying grace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In every Christian kind of place.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Robert Louis Stevenson.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <i>From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons.</i></p></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Inscription for My Little Son's Silver Plate</i><a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When thou dost eat from off this plate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I charge thee be thou temperate;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto thine elders at the board<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do thou sweet reverence accord;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, though to dignity inclined,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto the serving-folk be kind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be ever mindful of the poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor turn them hungry from the door;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And unto God, for health and food<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all that in thy life is good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give thou thy heart in gratitude.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Eugene Field.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <i>From "The Book of Joyous Children," copyright, 1902, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons.</i></p></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Praise God</i></h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Praise God for wheat, so white and sweet.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of which to make our bread!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Praise God for yellow corn, with which<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His waiting world is fed!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Praise God for fish and flesh and fowl<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He gave to men for food!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Praise God for every creature which<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He made and called it good!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Praise God for winter's store of ice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Praise God for summer's heat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Praise God for fruit trees bearing seed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"To you it is for meat!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Praise God for all the bounty<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By which the world is fed!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Praise God, ye children all, to whom<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He gives your daily bread!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Unknown.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Eyes of God</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God watches o'er us all the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At home, at school, and at our play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when the sun has left the skies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He watches with a million eyes.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Gabriel Setoun.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Kindness to Animals</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little children, never give<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pain to things that feel and live:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let the gentle robin come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the crumbs you save at home,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As his meat you throw along<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'll repay you with a song;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never hurt the timid hare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peeping from her green grass lair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let her come and sport and play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the lawn at close of day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little lark goes soaring high<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the bright windows of the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Singing as if 'twere always spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fluttering on an untired wing,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! let him sing his happy song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor do these gentle creatures wrong.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">Unknown.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>How Doth the Little Busy Bee</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How doth the little busy bee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Improve each shining hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gather honey all the day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From every opening flow'r!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How skilfully she builds her cell!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How neat she spreads the wax!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And labours hard to store it well<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the sweet food she makes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In works of labour or of skill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I would be busy too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Satan finds some mischief still<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For idle hands to do.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In books, or work, or healthful play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let my first years be past,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I may give for ev'ry day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some good account at last.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Isaac Watts.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>Deeds of Kindness</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Suppose the little cowslip<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Should hang its golden cup,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And say, "I'm such a tiny flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'd better not grow up."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How many a weary traveller<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would miss its fragrant smell!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How many a little child would grieve<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To lose it from the dell!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Suppose the glistening dewdrop<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the grass should say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"What can a little dewdrop do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'd better roll away."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The blade on which it rested,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before the day was done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without a drop to moisten it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would wither in the sun.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Suppose the little breezes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon a summer's day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should think themselves too small to cool<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The traveller on his way:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who would not miss the smallest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And softest ones that blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And think they made a great mistake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If they were talking so?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How many deeds of kindness<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A little child may do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Although it has so little strength,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And little wisdom too!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It wants a loving spirit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Much more than strength, to prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How many things a child may do<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For others by its love.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">F. P.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Good Advice</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Seldom "can't,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Seldom "don't";<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never "shan't,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Never "won't."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Christina G. Rossetti.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>I'll Try</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Two Robin Redbreasts built their nest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within a hollow tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hen sat quietly at home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cock sang merrily;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the little robins said:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One day the sun was warm and bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shining in the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cock Robin said: "My little dears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis time you learned to fly";<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the little young ones said:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'll try, I'll try, I'll try."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I know a child, and who she is<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll tell you by and by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When mother says "Do this," or "that,"<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span><span class="i0">She says "What for?" and "Why?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She'd be a better child by far<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If she would say "I'll try."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Unknown.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>Clothes</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Although my clothes are fine and gay<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They should not make me vain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Nurse can take them all away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And put them on again.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Each flower <i>grows</i> her pretty gown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So does each little weed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their dresses are their very own,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They may be proud indeed!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Abbie Farwell Brown.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>A Music Box</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I am a little Music Box<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wound up and made to go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And play my little living-tune<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The best way that I know.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If I am naughty, cross, or rude<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The music will go wrong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My little works be tangled up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And spoil the pretty song.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I must be very sweet and good<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And happy all the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then the little Music Box<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In tune will always play.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Abbie Farwell Brown.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>If Ever I See</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">If ever I see,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">On bush or tree,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Young birds in their pretty nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I must not in play,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Steal the birds away,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">To grieve their mother's breast.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">My mother, I know,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Would sorrow so,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Should I be stolen away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">So I'll speak to the birds<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">In my softest words,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Nor hurt them in my play.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">And when they can fly<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">In the bright blue sky,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">They'll warble a song to me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And then if I'm sad<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">It will make me glad<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">To think they are happy and free.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Lydia Maria Child.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Employment</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who'll come and play with me here under the tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My sisters have left me alone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My sweet little Sparrow, come hither to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And play with me while they are gone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O no, little lady, I can't come, indeed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I've no time to idle away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I've got all my dear little children to feed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my nest to new cover with hay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pretty Bee, do not buzz about over the flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But come here and play with me, do:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Sparrow won't come and stay with me an hour<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But stay, pretty Bee&mdash;will not you?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O no, little lady, for do not you see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Those must work who would prosper and thrive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I play, they would call me a sad idle bee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And perhaps turn me out of the hive.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stop! stop! little Ant&mdash;do not run off so fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wait with me a little and play:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hope I shall find a companion at last,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You are not so busy as they.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O no, little lady, I can't stay with you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We're not made to play, but to labor:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I always have something or other to do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If not for myself, for a neighbor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What then, have they all some employment but me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who lie lounging here like a dunce?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O then, like the Ant, and the Sparrow, and Bee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll go to my lesson at once.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Jane Taylor.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>Stitching</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A pocket handkerchief to hem&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How many stitches it will take<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before it's done, I fear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet set a stitch and then a stitch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And stitch and stitch away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till stitch by stitch the hem is done&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And after work is play!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Christina G. Rossetti.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Learning to Play</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Upon a tall piano stool<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I have to sit and play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A stupid finger exercise<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For half an hour a day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They call it "playing," but to me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It's not a bit of fun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I <i>play</i> when I am out of doors,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where I can jump and run.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But Mother says the little birds<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who sing so nicely now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had first to learn, and practice too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All sitting on a bough.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And maybe if I practice hard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like them, I too, some day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall make the pretty music sound;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then I shall call it "play."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Abbie Farwell Brown.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>In Trust</i><a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It's coming, boys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It's almost here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It's coming, girls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The grand New Year!<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A year to be glad in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not to be bad in;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A year to live in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To gain and give in;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A year for trying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And not for sighing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A year for striving<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hearty thriving;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bright new year.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh! hold it dear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For God who sendeth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He only lendeth.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Mary Mapes Dodge.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <i>From "Rhymes and Jingles," copyright, 1874, 1904, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons.</i></p></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="VI_1" id="VI_1"></a>VI</h2>
+
+<h2>THE PALACE BED-TIME</h2>
+
+
+<h4><i>Watching Angels</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Angels at the foot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Angels at the head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And like a curly little lamb<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My pretty babe in bed.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Christina G. Rossetti.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Story of Baby's Blanket</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once a little Baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On a sunny day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out among the daisies<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Took his happy way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little lambs were frisking<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the fields so green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the fleecy mothers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All at rest were seen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For a while the Baby<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Played and played and played;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then he sat and rested<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the pleasant shade.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span><span class="i0">Soon a Sheep came near him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Growing very bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this wondrous story<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the Baby told:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Baby's little blanket,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Socks and worsted ball,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winter cap and mittens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And his flannels all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his pretty afghan<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Warm and soft and fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once as wool were growing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On this back of mine!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And the soft bed blankets,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For his cosey sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These were also given<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By his friends, the sheep."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such the wondrous story<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That the Baby heard:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did he understand it?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not a single word!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Emilie Poulsson.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Story of Baby's Pillow</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">These are the Eggs that were put in a nest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These are the Goslings in yellow down drest.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the Farmyard where, living in peace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the young Goslings grew up to be Geese.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here's the Goose family waddling about&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a procession they always walk out.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the Farmer who said, "Every Goose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now has some feathers on, ready for use."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the Farmer's Wife, plucking with care<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All of the feathers the Geese can well spare.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the Pillow the Merchant displayed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Yes, of the finest Goose-feathers 'tis made."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the Mother who put on its case,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laid the wee Pillow away in its place.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is the Crib with its furnishings white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This the dear Baby who bids you "Good-night."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Emilie Poulsson.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The New Moon</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">Dear mother, how pretty<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">The moon looks to-night!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">She was never so cunning before;<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Her two little horns<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">Are so sharp and so bright,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">I hope she'll not grow any more.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">If I were up there<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">With you and my friends,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">I'd rock in it nicely, you see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">I'd sit in the middle<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">And hold by both ends;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">O, what a bright cradle 'twould be!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">I would call to the stars<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">To keep out of the way,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Lest we should rock over their toes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">And there I would rock<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">Till the dawn of the day,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">And see where the pretty moon goes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">And there we would stay<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">In the beautiful skies,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">And through the bright clouds we would roam;<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">We would see the sun set,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i10">And see the sun rise,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">And on the next rainbow come home.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Eliza Lee Follen.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Lady Moon</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lady moon, lady moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sailing so high!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drop down to baby<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From out the clear sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span><span class="i0">Babykin, babykin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Down far below,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hear thee calling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I cannot go.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But lady moon sendeth thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Soft shining rays;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Moon loves the baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The moonlight says.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In her house dark and blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though she must stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kindly she'll watch thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till dawns the new day.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Kate Kellogg.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The Star</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Twinkle, twinkle, little star,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How I wonder what you are!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up above the world so high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a diamond in the sky.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the blazing sun is gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he nothing shines upon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then you show your little light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then the traveller in the dark<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thanks you for your tiny spark:<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span><span class="i0">He could not see which way to go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you did not twinkle so.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the dark-blue sky you keep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And often through my curtains peep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For you never shut your eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the sun is in the sky.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As your bright and tiny spark<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lights the traveller in the dark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though I know not what you are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twinkle, twinkle, little star.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Unknown.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The Child's Star</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The star that watched above your sleep has just put out his light.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Good day, to you on earth," he said, "is here in heav'n, good night."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"But tell the child when he awakes, to watch for my return,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I'll hang out my lamp again, when his begins to burn."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">John B. Tabb.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>Do You Know How Many Stars?</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Do you know how many stars<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There are shining in the skies?<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span><span class="i0">Do you know how many clouds<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ev'ry day go floating by?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God in heaven has counted all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He would miss one should it fall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Do you know how many children<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go to little beds at night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And without a care or sorrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wake up in the morning light?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God in heaven each name can tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loves you, too, and loves you well.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">From the German.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>Where Do All the Daisies Go?</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where do all the daisies go?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I know, I know!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Underneath the snow they creep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nod their little heads and sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the springtime out they peep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That is where they go!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where do all the birdies go?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I know, I know!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Far away from winter snow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the fair, warm South they go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There they stay till daisies blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That is where they go!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where do all the babies go?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I know, I know!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">In the glancing firelight warm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Safely sheltered from all harm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soft they lie on mother's arm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That is where they go!<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Unknown.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>The Sweetest Place</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A meadow for the little lambs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A honey hive for bees;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pretty nests for singing birds<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Among the leafy trees.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's rest for all the little ones<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In one place or another;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But who has half so sweet a place<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As baby with her mother?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The little chickens cuddle close,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beneath the old hen's wing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Peep! Peep!" they say; "we're not afraid<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of dark or any thing."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So, safe and sound, they nestle there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The one beside the other;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But safer, happier, by far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is baby with her mother.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Mary F. Butts.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Good-Night</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little baby, lay your head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On your pretty cradle-bed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shut your eye-peeps, now the day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the light are gone away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the clothes are tucked in tight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little baby dear, good-night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yes, my darling, well I know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How the bitter wind doth blow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the winter's snow and rain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Patter on the window-pane:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But they cannot come in here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To my little baby dear;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For the window shutteth fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the stormy night is past;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the curtains warm are spread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round about her cradle-bed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So till morning shineth bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little baby dear, good-night.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Jane Taylor.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Nursery Song</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As I walked over the hill one day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I listened, and heard a mother-sheep say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"In all the green world there is nothing so sweet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As my little lamb, with his nimble feet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his eye so bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his wool so white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, he is my darling, my heart's delight!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the mother-sheep and her little one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Side by side lay down in the sun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they went to sleep on the hill-side warm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While my little lammie lies here on my arm.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I went to the kitchen, and what did I see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the old gray cat with her kittens three!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I heard her whispering soft: said she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"My kittens, with tails so cunningly curled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are the prettiest things that can be in the world.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bird on the tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the old ewe she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May love their babies exceedingly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I love my kittens there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under the rocking-chair.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I love my kittens with all my might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I love them at morning, noon, and night.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span><span class="i0">Now I'll take up my kitties, the kitties I love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we'll lie down together beneath the warm stove."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let the kittens sleep under the stove so warm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While my little darling lies here on my arm.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I went to the yard, and I saw the old hen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go clucking about with her chickens ten;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She clucked and she scratched and she bustled away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what do you think I heard the hen say?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I heard her say, "The sun never did shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On anything like to these chickens of mine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You may hunt the full moon and the stars, if you please,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But you never will find ten such chickens as these.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My dear, downy darlings, my sweet little things,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come, nestle now cozily under my wings."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So the hen said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the chickens all sped<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As fast as they could to their nice feather bed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there let them sleep, in their feathers so warm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While my little chick lies here on my arm.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Mrs. Carter.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>How They Sleep</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Some things go to sleep in such a funny way:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little birds stand on one leg and tuck their heads away;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Chickens do the same, standing on their perch;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little mice lie soft and still as if they were in church;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Kittens curl up close in such a funny ball;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Horses hang their sleepy heads and stand still in a stall;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sometimes dogs stretch out, or curl up in a heap;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cows lie down upon their sides when they would go to sleep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But little babies dear are snugly tucked in beds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Warm with blankets, all so soft, and pillows for their heads.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bird and beast and babe&mdash;I wonder which of all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dream the dearest dreams that down from dreamland fall!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f4">Unknown.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Baby-Land</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Which is the way to Baby-Land?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Any one can tell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Up one flight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To your right;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Please to ring the bell.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What can you see in Baby-Land?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little folks in white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Downy heads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Cradle-beds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Faces pure and bright.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What do they do in Baby-Land?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dream and wake and play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Laugh and crow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Shout and grow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jolly times have they.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What do they say in Baby-Land?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why, the oddest things;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Might as well<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Try to tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What a birdie sings.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who is the queen of Baby-Land?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mother kind and sweet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And her love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Born above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Guides the little feet.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">George Cooper.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>Lullaby</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Baby wants a lullaby;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where should mother find it?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a bird's nest rocked on high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Birdie, birdie lined it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Find it under birdie's wing,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Soft birdie's feather;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O the downy, downy thing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O the summer weather!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Baby wants a lullaby;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where shall sister find it?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a soft cloud of the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With white wool behind it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Watch you may, but cannot guess<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If the cloud has motion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a perfect calm there is<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the airy ocean.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O the land of Lullabies!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where shall father find it?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Safe in mother's breast it lies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With her arms to bind it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O a soft and sleepy song!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sleep, baby blossom!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep is short, sleep is long,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sweet is mother's bosom!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">William Brighty Rands.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>A Cradle Song</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What does little birdie say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In her nest at peep of day?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me fly, says little birdie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mother, let me fly away.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Birdie, rest a little longer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the little wings are stronger.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So she rests a little longer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then she flies away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What does little baby say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In her bed at peep of day?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baby says, like little birdie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me rise and fly away.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span><span class="i0">Baby, sleep a little longer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the little limbs are stronger.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If she sleeps a little longer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baby too shall fly away.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<h4><i>Good-night Prayer for a Little Child</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Father, unto Thee I pray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou hast guarded me all day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Safe I am while in Thy sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Safely let me sleep to-night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bless my friends, the whole world bless,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Help me to learn helpfulness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keep me ever in Thy sight:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So to all I say Good-night.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Henry Johnstone.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+
+<h4><i>The Sleepy Song</i><a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As soon as the fire burns red and low<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the house upstairs is still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She sings me a queer little sleepy song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of sheep that go over the hill.<br /></span>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The good little sheep run quick and soft,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their colors are gray and white;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They follow their leader nose and tail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For they must be home by night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And one slips over, and one comes next,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And one runs after behind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gray one's nose at the white one's tail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The top of the hill they find.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when they get to the top of the hill<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They quietly slip away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But one runs over and one comes next&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their colors are white and gray.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And over they go, and over they go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And over the top of the hill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The good little sheep run quick and soft,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the house upstairs is still.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And one slips over and one comes next,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The good little, gray little sheep!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I watch how the fire burns red and low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And she says that I fall asleep.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Josephine Daskam Bacon.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> From "Poems," copyright, 1903, by Chas. Scribner's
+Sons.</p></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Minnie and Winnie</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Minnie and Winnie<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Slept in a shell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep, little ladies!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they slept well.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pink was the shell within,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Silver without;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sounds of the great sea<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wandered about.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep, little ladies!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wake not soon!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Echo on echo<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dies to the moon.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Two bright stars<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Peeped into the shell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"What are they dreaming of?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who can tell?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Started a green linnet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out of the croft;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wake, little ladies!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The sun is aloft.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Queen Mab</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A little fairy comes at night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With silver spots upon her wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And from the moon she flutters down.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She has a little silver wand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And when a good child goes to bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She weaves her wand from right to left,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And makes a circle round its head.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And then it dreams of pleasant things&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of fountains filled with fairy fish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And trees that bear delicious fruit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bow their branches at a wish;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of arbors filled with dainty scents<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From lovely flowers that never fade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bright flies that glitter in the sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And glow-worms shining in the shade;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And talking birds with gifted tongues<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For singing songs and telling tales,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pretty dwarfs to show the way<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through fairy hills and fairy dales.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr style="width: 25%;" />
+<p class="f2">Thomas Hood.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>A Boy's Mother</i><a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My mother she's so good to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ef I was good as I could be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I couldn't be as good&mdash;no, sir!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can't any boy be good as her.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She loves me when I'm glad er sad;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She loves me when I'm good er bad;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An', what's a funniest thing, she says<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She loves me when she punishes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I don't like her to punish me,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That don't hurt,&mdash;but it hurts to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her cryin'.&mdash;Nen <i>I</i> cry; an' nen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We both cry an' be good again.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She loves me when she cuts an' sews<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My little cloak an' Sund'y clothes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' when my Pa comes home to tea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She loves him most as much as me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She laughs an' tells him all I said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' grabs me up an' pats my head;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' I hug <i>her</i>, an' hug my Pa,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' love him purt' nigh much as Ma.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">James Whitcomb Riley.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <i>From "Rhymes of Childhood," copyright, 1905, and by
+special permission of the publishers, The Bobbs-Merrill Company.</i></p></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span></p>
+<h4><i>Our Mother</i></h4>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hundreds of shells on the shore together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hundreds of birds that go singing by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But only one mother the wide world over.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">Unknown.</p>
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_001.jpg" alt="Decorative Image" width="20" height="29" /></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said I to myself, here's a chance for me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Lilliput Laureate for to be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And these are the Specimens I sent in<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To Pinafore Palace. Shall I win?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="f2">William Brighty Rands.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="INDEX" id="INDEX"></a>INDEX</h2>
+
+<div class="index">
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>A BOY'S MOTHER, <a href="#Page_238">238</a></li>
+
+<li>A cat came fiddling, <a href="#Page_55">55</a></li>
+
+<li>A CRADLE SONG, <a href="#Page_233">233</a></li>
+
+<li>A DEWDROP, <a href="#Page_129">129</a></li>
+
+<li>A farmer went trotting, <a href="#Page_23">23</a></li>
+
+<li>A HAPPY CHILD, <a href="#Page_121">121</a></li>
+
+<li>A little boy and a little girl, <a href="#Page_77">77</a></li>
+
+<li>A little boy once played so loud, <a href="#Page_178">178</a></li>
+
+<li>A LITTLE BOY'S POCKET, <a href="#Page_180">180</a></li>
+
+<li>A little fairy comes at night, <a href="#Page_237">237</a></li>
+
+<li>Although my clothes are fine and gay, <a href="#Page_211">211</a></li>
+
+<li>A meadow for the little lambs, <a href="#Page_226">226</a></li>
+
+<li>A MUSIC BOX, <a href="#Page_211">211</a></li>
+
+<li>A MYSTERY, <a href="#Page_138">138</a></li>
+
+<li>Angels at the foot, <a href="#Page_219">219</a></li>
+
+<li>ANNIE'S GARDEN, <a href="#Page_134">134</a></li>
+
+<li>A pocket handkerchief to hem, <a href="#Page_214">214</a></li>
+
+<li>A pool in a garden green, <a href="#Page_149">149</a></li>
+
+<li>A. APPLE PIE, <a href="#Page_182">182</a></li>
+
+<li>A PUPPY'S PROBLEM, <a href="#Page_168">168</a></li>
+
+<li>AROUND THE WORLD, <a href="#Page_115">115</a></li>
+
+<li>As I walked over the hill one day, <a href="#Page_228">228</a></li>
+
+<li>As I was going o'er Westminster bridge, <a href="#Page_96">96</a></li>
+
+<li>As I was going to St. Ives, <a href="#Page_96">96</a></li>
+
+<li>As I went through the garden gap, <a href="#Page_95">95</a></li>
+
+<li>As round as an apple, as deep as a cup, <a href="#Page_94">94</a></li>
+
+<li>As soft as silk, as white as milk, <a href="#Page_95">95</a></li>
+
+<li>As soon as the fire burns red and low, <a href="#Page_234">234</a></li>
+
+<li>A sunshiny shower, <a href="#Page_102">102</a></li>
+
+<li>A swarm of bees in May, <a href="#Page_101">101</a></li>
+
+<li>As the days grow longer, <a href="#Page_102">102</a></li>
+
+<li>As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks, <a href="#Page_57">57</a></li>
+
+<li>A TEA-PARTY, <a href="#Page_114">114</a></li>
+
+<li>A THOUGHT, <a href="#Page_205">205</a></li>
+
+<li>A WAS AN ANT, <a href="#Page_190">190</a></li>
+
+<li>A was an ant, <a href="#Page_190">190</a></li>
+
+<li>A was once an apple-pie, <a href="#Page_182">182</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>Baa, baa, black sheep, <a href="#Page_32">32</a></li>
+
+<li>BABY-LAND, <a href="#Page_231">231</a></li>
+
+<li>Baby mustn't frown, <a href="#Page_128">128</a></li>
+
+<li>Baby wants a lullaby, <a href="#Page_232">232</a></li>
+
+<li>Baby wants his breakfast, <a href="#Page_34">34</a></li>
+
+<li>BABY'S BREAKFAST, <a href="#Page_34">34</a></li>
+
+<li>BABY'S FRIENDS, <a href="#Page_29">29</a></li>
+
+<li>BABY'S JOURNEYS, <a href="#Page_21">21</a></li>
+
+<li>BABY'S HUSH-A-BYES, <a href="#Page_15">15</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>BABY'S PLAYS, <a href="#Page_3">3</a></li>
+
+<li>BEES, <a href="#Page_133">133</a></li>
+
+<li>Bees don't care about the snow, <a href="#Page_133">133</a></li>
+
+<li>Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, <a href="#Page_43">43</a></li>
+
+<li>Betty Pringle had a little pig, <a href="#Page_33">33</a></li>
+
+<li>Between the hill and the brook, ook, ook, <a href="#Page_54">54</a></li>
+
+<li>Black within and red without, <a href="#Page_93">93</a></li>
+
+<li>Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go! <a href="#Page_8">8</a></li>
+
+<li>Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea, <a href="#Page_39">39</a></li>
+
+<li>BOSSY AND THE DAISY, <a href="#Page_161">161</a></li>
+
+<li>Bow-wow-wow! <a href="#Page_8">8</a></li>
+
+<li>Brave news is come to town, <a href="#Page_58">58</a></li>
+
+<li>Brow bender, <a href="#Page_3">3</a></li>
+
+<li>Bye, baby bunting, <a href="#Page_15">15</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>CHICKENS IN TROUBLE, <a href="#Page_163">163</a></li>
+
+<li>Children go, <a href="#Page_111">111</a></li>
+
+<li>Clap, clap handies, <a href="#Page_5">5</a></li>
+
+<li>CLOTHES, <a href="#Page_211">211</a></li>
+
+<li>Cock crows in the morn, <a href="#Page_101">101</a></li>
+
+<li>Come, Charles, blow the trumpet, <a href="#Page_112">112</a></li>
+
+<li>Come hither, little puppy-dog, <a href="#Page_51">51</a></li>
+
+<li>Come hither, sweet Robin, <a href="#Page_34">34</a></li>
+
+<li>COME LITTLE LEAVES, <a href="#Page_151">151</a></li>
+
+<li>"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day, <a href="#Page_151">151</a></li>
+
+<li>Come! supper is ready, <a href="#Page_159">159</a></li>
+
+<li>COUNTING OUT, <a href="#Page_114">114</a></li>
+
+<li>Cross-patch, <a href="#Page_105">105</a></li>
+
+<li>CUDDLE DOWN DOLLY, <a href="#Page_117">117</a></li>
+
+<li>Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine? <a href="#Page_43">43</a></li>
+
+<li>Cushy, cow bonny, let down thy milk, <a href="#Page_33">33</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>Dance, little baby, dance up high, <a href="#Page_22">22</a></li>
+
+<li>Dance to your daddy, <a href="#Page_6">6</a></li>
+
+<li>Dear, dear! what can the matter be? <a href="#Page_53">53</a></li>
+
+<li>Dear mother, how pretty, <a href="#Page_221">221</a></li>
+
+<li>DEEDS OF KINDNESS, <a href="#Page_208">208</a></li>
+
+<li>Ding, dong, bell, <a href="#Page_78">78</a></li>
+
+<li>"Don't pick all the flowers!" cried Daisy one day, <a href="#Page_139">139</a></li>
+
+<li>Down in a dark dungeon I saw a brave knight, <a href="#Page_94">94</a></li>
+
+<li>DO YOU GUESS IT IS I? <a href="#Page_97">97</a></li>
+
+<li>DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY STARS? <a href="#Page_224">224</a></li>
+
+<li>Do you know how many stars, <a href="#Page_224">224</a></li>
+
+<li>Do you know what's in my pottet? <a href="#Page_180">180</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>Eight fingers, <a href="#Page_8">8</a></li>
+
+<li>Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess, <a href="#Page_95">95</a></li>
+
+<li>EMPLOYMENT, <a href="#Page_213">213</a></li>
+
+<li>Evening red and morning gray, <a href="#Page_102">102</a></li>
+
+<li>Every evening Baby goes, <a href="#Page_25">25</a></li>
+
+<li>EXTREMES, <a href="#Page_178">178</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>Fairies, fairies, come and be fed, <a href="#Page_199">199</a></li>
+
+<li>Father, unto Thee I pray <a href="#Page_234">234</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>FEEDING THE FAIRIES, <a href="#Page_199">199</a></li>
+
+<li>Flour of England, fruit of Spain, <a href="#Page_96">96</a></li>
+
+<li>Flowers from clods of clay and mud! <a href="#Page_138">138</a></li>
+
+<li>FOLLOW ME! <a href="#Page_111">111</a></li>
+
+<li>FOOT SOLDIERS, <a href="#Page_5">5</a></li>
+
+<li>For every ill beneath the sun, <a href="#Page_103">103</a></li>
+
+<li>For want of a nail, the shoe was lost, <a href="#Page_105">105</a></li>
+
+<li>FOUR PETS, <a href="#Page_168">168</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>Gay go up and gay go down, <a href="#Page_60">60</a></li>
+
+<li>Girls and boys, come out to play, <a href="#Page_60">60</a></li>
+
+<li>God watches o'er us all the day, <a href="#Page_206">206</a></li>
+
+<li>GOOD ADVICE, <a href="#Page_210">210</a></li>
+
+<li>GOOD-NIGHT, <a href="#Page_227">227</a></li>
+
+<li>GOOD-NIGHT PRAYER FOR A LITTLE CHILD, <a href="#Page_234">234</a></li>
+
+<li>Goosey, goosey, gander, <a href="#Page_48">48</a></li>
+
+<li>Go to bed first, <a href="#Page_104">104</a></li>
+
+<li>GRANDMOTHER'S WISDOM, <a href="#Page_101">101</a></li>
+
+<li>Great King Sun is out in the cold, <a href="#Page_137">137</a></li>
+
+<li>GUESS-ME-QUICKS, <a href="#Page_93">93</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>Hearts, like doors, will ope with ease, <a href="#Page_105">105</a></li>
+
+<li>He that would thrive, <a href="#Page_101">101</a></li>
+
+<li>Here sits the Lord Mayor, <a href="#Page_3">3</a></li>
+
+<li>Hey! diddle diddle, <a href="#Page_50">50</a></li>
+
+<li>Hey diddle, dinkety, poppety, pet, <a href="#Page_24">24</a></li>
+
+<li>Hey, my kitten, my kitten, <a href="#Page_24">24</a></li>
+
+<li>Hickory, dickory, dock, <a href="#Page_55">55</a></li>
+
+<li>Higher than a house, higher than a tree, <a href="#Page_94">94</a></li>
+
+<li>High on the top of an old pine-tree, <a href="#Page_147">147</a></li>
+
+<li>HOSPITALITY, <a href="#Page_176">176</a></li>
+
+<li>How do the pussy-willows grow? <a href="#Page_136">136</a></li>
+
+<li>HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE, <a href="#Page_207">207</a></li>
+
+<li>How doth the little busy bee, <a href="#Page_207">207</a></li>
+
+<li>How many days has my baby to play? <a href="#Page_6">6</a></li>
+
+<li>HOW THEY SLEEP, <a href="#Page_230">230</a></li>
+
+<li>Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, <a href="#Page_94">94</a></li>
+
+<li>Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky, <a href="#Page_239">239</a></li>
+
+<li>Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top, <a href="#Page_15">15</a></li>
+
+<li>Hush thee, my babby, <a href="#Page_15">15</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>I am a gold lock, <a href="#Page_59">59</a></li>
+
+<li>I am a little Music Box, <a href="#Page_211">211</a></li>
+
+<li>I am a little thing, <a href="#Page_97">97</a></li>
+
+<li>If all the seas were one sea, <a href="#Page_57">57</a></li>
+
+<li>If all the world were apple-pie, <a href="#Page_59">59</a></li>
+
+<li>If all were rain and never sun, <a href="#Page_133">133</a></li>
+
+<li>IF EVER I SEE, <a href="#Page_212">212</a></li>
+
+<li>If ever I see, <a href="#Page_212">212</a></li>
+
+<li>If wishes were horses, <a href="#Page_105">105</a></li>
+
+<li>If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger, <a href="#Page_104">104</a></li>
+
+<li>I had a little bird, <a href="#Page_165">165</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>I had a little doggy that used to sit and beg, <a href="#Page_30">30</a></li>
+
+<li>I had a little husband, <a href="#Page_80">80</a></li>
+
+<li>I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear, <a href="#Page_97">97</a></li>
+
+<li>I had a little pony, <a href="#Page_30">30</a></li>
+
+<li>I LIKE LITTLE PUSSY, <a href="#Page_170">170</a></li>
+
+<li>I like little Pussy, <a href="#Page_170">170</a></li>
+
+<li>I'll tell you a story, <a href="#Page_48">48</a></li>
+
+<li>I'LL TRY, <a href="#Page_210">210</a></li>
+
+<li>I'm a pretty little thing, <a href="#Page_134">134</a></li>
+
+<li>In flow'ry Japan, the home of the fan, <a href="#Page_116">116</a></li>
+
+<li>In go-cart so tiny, <a href="#Page_115">115</a></li>
+
+<li>In little Annie's garden, <a href="#Page_134">134</a></li>
+
+<li>In marble walls as white as milk, <a href="#Page_93">93</a></li>
+
+<li>INSCRIPTION FOR MY LITTLE SON'S SILVER PLATE, <a href="#Page_205">205</a></li>
+
+<li>In summer I am very glad, <a href="#Page_119">119</a></li>
+
+<li>Intery, mintery, cutery-corn, <a href="#Page_114">114</a></li>
+
+<li>IN TRUST, <a href="#Page_215">215</a></li>
+
+<li>"I," said the duck. "I call it fun", <a href="#Page_131">131</a></li>
+
+<li>I saw a ship a-sailing, <a href="#Page_62">62</a></li>
+
+<li>I see a nest in a green elm-tree, <a href="#Page_126">126</a></li>
+
+<li>It is very nice to think, <a href="#Page_205">205</a></li>
+
+<li>It's coming, boys, <a href="#Page_215">215</a></li>
+
+<li>It was a merry time, <a href="#Page_67">67</a></li>
+
+<li>I went to the wood and got it, <a href="#Page_95">95</a></li>
+
+<li>1. I went up one pair of stairs, <a href="#Page_60">60</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>JACK HORNER, <a href="#Page_40">40</a></li>
+
+<li>Jack Homer was a pretty lad, <a href="#Page_40">40</a></li>
+
+<li>Jack and Jill went up the hill, <a href="#Page_41">41</a></li>
+
+<li>Jack Sprat could eat no fat, <a href="#Page_78">78</a></li>
+
+<li>January brings the snow, <a href="#Page_125">125</a></li>
+
+<li>John Ball shot them all, <a href="#Page_89">89</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>KEEPING STORE, <a href="#Page_119">119</a></li>
+
+<li>KINDNESS TO ANIMALS, <a href="#Page_207">207</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home, <a href="#Page_29">29</a></li>
+
+<li>LADY MOON, <a href="#Page_222">222</a></li>
+
+<li>Lady moon, lady moon, <a href="#Page_222">222</a></li>
+
+<li>LEARNING TO PLAY, <a href="#Page_215">215</a></li>
+
+<li>Little baby, lay your head, <a href="#Page_227">227</a></li>
+
+<li>Little Bo-Peep, she lost her sheep, <a href="#Page_81">81</a></li>
+
+<li>Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, <a href="#Page_42">42</a></li>
+
+<li>Little children, never give, <a href="#Page_207">207</a></li>
+
+<li>Little drop of dew, <a href="#Page_129">129</a></li>
+
+<li>LITTLE JACK FROST, <a href="#Page_152">152</a></li>
+
+<li>Little Jack Frost went up the hill, <a href="#Page_152">152</a></li>
+
+<li>"Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?" <a href="#Page_78">78</a></li>
+
+<li>Little Miss Muffet, <a href="#Page_42">42</a></li>
+
+<li>Little Nan Etticoat, <a href="#Page_94">94</a></li>
+
+<li>Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, <a href="#Page_33">33</a></li>
+
+<li>Little Tom Tucker, <a href="#Page_41">41</a></li>
+
+<li>"<i>Lock the dairy door!</i>" Oh, hark, the cock is crowing proudly! <a href="#Page_177">177</a></li>
+
+<li>Long legs, crooked thighs, <a href="#Page_94">94</a></li>
+
+<li>LOST, <a href="#Page_177">177</a></li>
+
+<li>Lucy Locket lost her pocket, <a href="#Page_42">42</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>LULLABY, <a href="#Page_232">232</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>March winds and April showers, <a href="#Page_102">102</a></li>
+
+<li>Mary had a pretty bird, <a href="#Page_29">29</a></li>
+
+<li>Mary, Mary, quite contrary, <a href="#Page_43">43</a></li>
+
+<li>MEADOW TALK, <a href="#Page_139">139</a></li>
+
+<li>Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring, <a href="#Page_7">7</a></li>
+
+<li>MINNIE AND WINNIE, <a href="#Page_236">236</a></li>
+
+<li>Minnie and Winnie, <a href="#Page_236">236</a></li>
+
+<li>Monday's child is fair of face, <a href="#Page_106">106</a></li>
+
+<li>My dear, do you know, <a href="#Page_75">75</a></li>
+
+<li>My house is red&mdash;a little house, <a href="#Page_121">121</a></li>
+
+<li>My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind, <a href="#Page_106">106</a></li>
+
+<li>My maid Mary, <a href="#Page_43">43</a></li>
+
+<li>My mother she's so good to me, <a href="#Page_238">238</a></li>
+
+<li>MY SHIP AND I, <a href="#Page_115">115</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>Nine grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns, <a href="#Page_180">180</a></li>
+
+<li>No, little worm, you need not slip, <a href="#Page_143">143</a></li>
+
+<li>Now, Lamb, no longer naughty be, <a href="#Page_167">167</a></li>
+
+<li>NURSERY HEROES AND HEROINES, <a href="#Page_39">39</a></li>
+
+<li>NURSERY NONSENSE, <a href="#Page_47">47</a></li>
+
+<li>NURSERY NOVELS, <a href="#Page_67">67</a></li>
+
+<li>NURSERY SONG, <a href="#Page_228">228</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>O come to the garden, dear brother, and see, <a href="#Page_154">154</a></li>
+
+<li>Oh, who is so merry, <a href="#Page_200">200</a></li>
+
+<li>O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship, <a href="#Page_115">115</a></li>
+
+<li>Old King Cole, <a href="#Page_44">44</a></li>
+
+<li>Old Mother Goose, when, <a href="#Page_47">47</a></li>
+
+<li>O mother, mother! I'm so cold, <a href="#Page_163">163</a></li>
+
+<li>Once a little Baby, <a href="#Page_219">219</a></li>
+
+<li>ONE AND ONE, <a href="#Page_120">120</a></li>
+
+<li>One misty, moisty morning, <a href="#Page_58">58</a></li>
+
+<li>ONE, TWO, <a href="#Page_6">6</a></li>
+
+<li>One, two, <a href="#Page_6">6</a></li>
+
+<li>On yonder hill there stands a tree, <a href="#Page_88">88</a></li>
+
+<li>OUR MOTHER, <a href="#Page_239">239</a></li>
+
+<li>O winds that blow across the sea, <a href="#Page_130">130</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man! <a href="#Page_4">4</a></li>
+
+<li>Pat it, kiss it, <a href="#Page_4">4</a></li>
+
+<li>Pease porridge hot, <a href="#Page_4">4</a></li>
+
+<li>Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, <a href="#Page_78">78</a></li>
+
+<li>Peter White will ne'er go right, <a href="#Page_53">53</a></li>
+
+<li>PLAYGROUNDS, <a href="#Page_119">119</a></li>
+
+<li>PRAISE GOD, <a href="#Page_206">206</a></li>
+
+<li>Praise God for wheat, so white and sweet, <a href="#Page_206">206</a></li>
+
+<li>Pretty Moo-cow, will you tell, <a href="#Page_161">161</a></li>
+
+<li>Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot, <a href="#Page_49">49</a></li>
+
+<li>Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, <a href="#Page_32">32</a></li>
+
+<li>Pussy has a whiskered face, <a href="#Page_168">168</a></li>
+
+<li>Pussy sits beside the fire, <a href="#Page_31">31</a></li>
+
+<li>PUSSY WILLOW, <a href="#Page_135">135</a></li>
+
+<li>Pussy Willow wakened, <a href="#Page_135">135</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>QUEEN MAB, <a href="#Page_237">237</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>RAIN, <a href="#Page_132">132</a></li>
+
+<li>Rainbow at night, <a href="#Page_103">103</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>RAIN IN SPRING, <a href="#Page_133">133</a></li>
+
+<li>RHYMES ABOUT A LITTLE WOMAN, <a href="#Page_24">24</a></li>
+
+<li>Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me ree, <a href="#Page_93">93</a></li>
+
+<li>Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, <a href="#Page_21">21</a></li>
+
+<li>Right up into Bossy's eyes, <a href="#Page_161">161</a></li>
+
+<li>Ring the bell, <a href="#Page_4">4</a></li>
+
+<li>Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green, <a href="#Page_15">15</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>Said a Snake to a Frog with a wrinkled skin, <a href="#Page_176">176</a></li>
+
+<li>Said Robin to his pretty mate, <a href="#Page_145">145</a></li>
+
+<li>Said the Table to the Chair, <a href="#Page_197">197</a></li>
+
+<li>Said this little fairy, <a href="#Page_9">9</a></li>
+
+<li>See-saw sacradown, <a href="#Page_22">22</a></li>
+
+<li>Seldom "can't," <a href="#Page_210">210</a></li>
+
+<li>Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree, <a href="#Page_179">179</a></li>
+
+<li>Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare, <a href="#Page_5">5</a></li>
+
+<li>Simple Simon met a pieman, <a href="#Page_41">41</a></li>
+
+<li>Sing a song of sixpence, <a href="#Page_80">80</a></li>
+
+<li>Six little mice sat down to spin, <a href="#Page_32">32</a></li>
+
+<li>Sleep, baby, sleep! <a href="#Page_16">16</a></li>
+
+<li>SNAKE STORY, <a href="#Page_174">174</a></li>
+
+<li>SNOW, <a href="#Page_154">154</a></li>
+
+<li>SNOWDROPS, <a href="#Page_137">137</a></li>
+
+<li>Solomon Grundy, <a href="#Page_50">50</a></li>
+
+<li>Some things go to sleep in such a funny way, <a href="#Page_230">230</a></li>
+
+<li>So soft and gentle falls the rain, <a href="#Page_133">133</a></li>
+
+<li>SPRING QUESTIONS, <a href="#Page_136">136</a></li>
+
+<li>STITCHING, <a href="#Page_214">214</a></li>
+
+<li>SUN AND RAIN, <a href="#Page_133">133</a></li>
+
+<li>Suppose the little cowslip, <a href="#Page_208">208</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>Ten snowy white pigeons are standing in line, <a href="#Page_10">10</a></li>
+
+<li>THE BABY'S BIRTHDAY, <a href="#Page_112">112</a></li>
+
+<li>THE BARNYARD, <a href="#Page_10">10</a></li>
+
+<li>The bee is a rover, <a href="#Page_150">150</a></li>
+
+<li>THE BROWN THRUSH, <a href="#Page_146">146</a></li>
+
+<li>THE CITY MOUSE AND THE GARDEN MOUSE, <a href="#Page_145">145</a></li>
+
+<li>The city mouse lives in a house, <a href="#Page_145">145</a></li>
+
+<li>THE CHILD AND THE WORLD, <a href="#Page_126">126</a></li>
+
+<li>THE CHILD'S STAR, <a href="#Page_224">224</a></li>
+
+<li>THE CLUCKING HEN, <a href="#Page_162">162</a></li>
+
+<li>THE COW, <a href="#Page_159">159</a></li>
+
+<li>THE COW, <a href="#Page_161">161</a></li>
+
+<li>THE DARLING BIRDS, <a href="#Page_166">166</a></li>
+
+<li>The darling birds are warm, <a href="#Page_166">166</a></li>
+
+<li>THE DAISY, <a href="#Page_134">134</a></li>
+
+<li>THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN, <a href="#Page_73">73</a></li>
+
+<li>THE DIFFERENCE, <a href="#Page_8">8</a></li>
+
+<li>THE DREAM OF A BOY WHO LIVED AT NINE-ELMS, <a href="#Page_180">180</a></li>
+
+<li>THE DREAM OF A GIRL WHO LIVED AT SEVEN-OAKS, <a href="#Page_179">179</a></li>
+
+<li>THE EYES OF GOD, <a href="#Page_206">206</a></li>
+
+<li>THE FAIRY, <a href="#Page_200">200</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>THE FASTIDIOUS SERPENT, <a href="#Page_173">173</a></li>
+
+<li>THE FEAST OF THE DOLL, <a href="#Page_116">116</a></li>
+
+<li>THE FIVE LITTLE FAIRIES, <a href="#Page_9">9</a></li>
+
+<li>The friendly cow all red and white, <a href="#Page_159">159</a></li>
+
+<li>THE FUNNIEST THING IN THE WORLD, <a href="#Page_165">165</a></li>
+
+<li>The funniest thing in the world, I know, <a href="#Page_165">165</a></li>
+
+<li>THE GARDEN YEAR, <a href="#Page_125">125</a></li>
+
+<li>THE GOOD MOLLY COW, <a href="#Page_159">159</a></li>
+
+<li>THE GRAVEL PATH, <a href="#Page_128">128</a></li>
+
+<li>The ground was all covered with snow one day, <a href="#Page_153">153</a></li>
+
+
+<li>THE HAPPY WORLD, <a href="#Page_150">150</a></li>
+
+<li>The King of France, and four thousand men, <a href="#Page_55">55</a></li>
+
+<li>THE LAMB, <a href="#Page_167">167</a></li>
+
+<li>The lion and the unicorn, <a href="#Page_49">49</a></li>
+
+<li>THE LITTLE DOVES, <a href="#Page_147">147</a></li>
+
+<li>The little priest of Felton, <a href="#Page_78">78</a></li>
+
+<li>The man in the moon, <a href="#Page_53">53</a></li>
+
+<li>The man in the wilderness asked me, <a href="#Page_59">59</a></li>
+
+<li>THE MELANCHOLY PIG, <a href="#Page_176">176</a></li>
+
+<li>THE NEW MOON, <a href="#Page_221">221</a></li>
+
+<li>The north wind doth blow, <a href="#Page_30">30</a></li>
+
+<li>THE ORPHAN'S SONG, <a href="#Page_165">165</a></li>
+
+<li>THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SKY, <a href="#Page_149">149</a></li>
+
+<li>THE OWL AND THE EEL AND THE WARMING-PAN, <a href="#Page_173">173</a></li>
+
+<li>The owl and the eel and the warming-pan, <a href="#Page_173">173</a></li>
+
+<li>THE PALACE BED-TIME, <a href="#Page_219">219</a></li>
+
+<li>THE PALACE GARDEN, <a href="#Page_125">125</a></li>
+
+<li>THE PALACE JEST-BOOK, <a href="#Page_173">173</a></li>
+
+<li>THE PALACE PETS, <a href="#Page_159">159</a></li>
+
+<li>THE PALACE PLAYTIME, <a href="#Page_111">111</a></li>
+
+<li>THE PIGEONS, <a href="#Page_10">10</a></li>
+
+<li>THE QUEEN-MOTHER'S COUNSEL, <a href="#Page_205">205</a></li>
+
+<li>The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, <a href="#Page_76">76</a></li>
+
+<li>THE RABBITS, <a href="#Page_54">54</a></li>
+
+<li>The rain is raining all around, <a href="#Page_132">132</a></li>
+
+<li>THE ROBIN TO HIS MATE, <a href="#Page_145">145</a></li>
+
+<li>THE SLEEPY SONG, <a href="#Page_234">234</a></li>
+
+<li>THE SNAIL, <a href="#Page_143">143</a></li>
+
+<li>The Snail he lives in his hard round house, <a href="#Page_143">143</a></li>
+
+<li>THE SNOW-BIRD'S SONG, <a href="#Page_153">153</a></li>
+
+<li>THE STAR, <a href="#Page_223">223</a></li>
+
+<li>The star that watched above your sleep has just put out his light, <a href="#Page_224">224</a></li>
+
+<li>THE STORY OF BABY'S BLANKET, <a href="#Page_219">219</a></li>
+
+<li>THE STORY OF BABY'S PILLOW, <a href="#Page_220">220</a></li>
+
+<li>THE SWEETEST PLACE, <a href="#Page_226">226</a></li>
+
+<li>THE TABLE AND THE CHAIR, <a href="#Page_197">197</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>THE WIND'S SONG, <a href="#Page_130">130</a></li>
+
+<li>There is one that has a head without an eye, <a href="#Page_97">97</a></li>
+
+<li>THE WORM, <a href="#Page_143">143</a></li>
+
+<li>There was a butcher cut his thumb, <a href="#Page_62">62</a></li>
+
+<li>There was a crooked man, <a href="#Page_49">49</a></li>
+
+<li>There was a girl in our town, <a href="#Page_95">95</a></li>
+
+<li>There was a little man, <a href="#Page_82">82</a></li>
+
+<li>There was a little nobby colt, <a href="#Page_29">29</a></li>
+
+<li>There was a little Serpent and he wouldn't go to school, <a href="#Page_174">174</a></li>
+
+<li>There was a man in our town, <a href="#Page_50">50</a></li>
+
+<li>There was an old man, <a href="#Page_58">58</a></li>
+
+<li>There was an old woman went up in a basket, <a href="#Page_44">44</a></li>
+
+<li>There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, <a href="#Page_56">56</a></li>
+
+<li>There was a Pig, that sat alone, <a href="#Page_176">176</a></li>
+
+<li>There was a snake that dwelt in Skye, <a href="#Page_173">173</a></li>
+
+<li>There were two birds sat on a stone, <a href="#Page_56">56</a></li>
+
+<li>There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree, <a href="#Page_146">146</a></li>
+
+<li>These are the Eggs that were put in a nest, <a href="#Page_220">220</a></li>
+
+<li>They sent me to bed, dear, so dreadfully early, <a href="#Page_117">117</a></li>
+
+<li>They that wash on Monday, <a href="#Page_103">103</a></li>
+
+<li>Thirty days hath September, <a href="#Page_103">103</a></li>
+
+<li>Thirty white horses upon a red hill, <a href="#Page_93">93</a></li>
+
+<li>This is the house that Jack built, <a href="#Page_84">84</a></li>
+
+<li>This is the key of the kingdom, <a href="#Page_87">87</a></li>
+
+<li>This is the way the ladies ride, <a href="#Page_24">24</a></li>
+
+<li>This little pig went to market, <a href="#Page_5">5</a></li>
+
+<li>Three little kittens, they lost their mittens, <a href="#Page_83">83</a></li>
+
+<li>Three children sliding on the ice, <a href="#Page_57">57</a></li>
+
+<li>Three wise men of Gotham, <a href="#Page_49">49</a></li>
+
+<li>'Tis all the way to Toe-town, <a href="#Page_5">5</a></li>
+
+<li>To market, to market, <a href="#Page_22">22</a></li>
+
+<li>Tom, he was a piper's son <a href="#Page_39">39</a></li>
+
+<li>TREE ON THE HILL, <a href="#Page_88">88</a></li>
+
+<li>TWENTY FROGGIES, <a href="#Page_142">142</a></li>
+
+<li>Twenty froggies went to school, <a href="#Page_142">142</a></li>
+
+<li>Twinkle, twinkle, little star, <a href="#Page_223">223</a></li>
+
+<li>Two legs sat upon three legs, <a href="#Page_96">96</a></li>
+
+<li>Two little girls are better than one, <a href="#Page_120">120</a></li>
+
+<li>Two Robin Redbreasts built their nest, <a href="#Page_210">210</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>Upon a great black horse-ily, <a href="#Page_54">54</a></li>
+
+<li>Upon a tall piano stool, <a href="#Page_215">215</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>Warm, hands, warm, daddy's gone to plough, <a href="#Page_4">4</a></li>
+
+<li>WATCHING ANGELS, <a href="#Page_219">219</a></li>
+
+<li>We have bags and bags of whitest down, <a href="#Page_119">119</a></li>
+
+<li>What are little boys made of, made of? <a href="#Page_51">51</a></li>
+
+<li>What does little birdie say, <a href="#Page_233">233</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>When good King Arthur ruled this land, <a href="#Page_77">77</a></li>
+
+<li>When I was a bachelor, <a href="#Page_79">79</a></li>
+
+<li>When Jacky's a very good boy, <a href="#Page_102">102</a></li>
+
+<li>When little Birdie bye-bye goes, <a href="#Page_16">16</a></li>
+
+<li>When Midget was a puppy, <a href="#Page_168">168</a></li>
+
+<li>When the Farmer's day is done, <a href="#Page_10">10</a></li>
+
+<li>When the wind is in the east, <a href="#Page_104">104</a></li>
+
+<li>When thou dost eat from off this plate, <a href="#Page_205">205</a></li>
+
+<li>WHERE DO ALL THE DAISIES GO, <a href="#Page_225">225</a></li>
+
+<li>Where do all the daisies go? <a href="#Page_225">225</a></li>
+
+<li>Which is the way to Baby-Land? <a href="#Page_231">231</a></li>
+
+<li>WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND? <a href="#Page_129">129</a></li>
+
+<li>Who has seen the wind? <a href="#Page_129">129</a></li>
+
+<li>Who killed Cock Robin? <a href="#Page_73">73</a></li>
+
+<li>WHO LIKES THE RAIN? <a href="#Page_131">131</a></li>
+
+<li>Who'll come and play with me here under the tree, <a href="#Page_213">213</a></li>
+
+<li>Will you take a walk with me, <a href="#Page_162">162</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul class="IX">
+<li>You see, merry Phillis, that dear little maid, <a href="#Page_114">114</a></li>
+</ul>
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Pinafore Palace, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Pinafore Palace
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: Kate Douglas Wiggin
+ Nora Archibald Smith
+
+Release Date: July 11, 2009 [EBook #29378]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PINAFORE PALACE ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Juliet Sutherland, and the
+Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
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+
+ [Illustration: "And sing to the praise of the Doll"]
+
+
+ _CHILDREN'S CRIMSON SERIES_
+
+
+ PINAFORE PALACE
+
+
+ BY
+
+ KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN
+
+ AND
+
+ NORA ARCHIBALD SMITH
+
+
+
+
+
+
+ GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
+
+
+
+
+ _Copyright, 1907, by The McClure Company_
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE
+
+
+TO THE MOTHER
+
+ _"A Court as of angels,
+ A public not to be bribed,
+ Not to be entreated,
+ Not to be overawed."_
+
+_Such is the audience--in long clothes or short frocks, in pinafores
+or kilts, or in the brief trousers that bespeak the budding man--such
+is the crowing, laughing court, the toddling public that awaits these
+verses._
+
+_Every home, large or small, poor or rich, that has a child in it, is
+a Pinafore Palace, and we have borrowed the phrase from one of
+childhood's most whimsical and devoted poets-laureate, thinking no
+other words would so well express our meaning._
+
+_If the two main divisions of the book--"The Royal Baby" and "Little
+Prince and Princess"--should seem to you a trifle sentimental it will
+be because you forget for the moment the gayety and humor of the
+title with its delightful assumptions of regal dignity and state.
+Granted the Palace itself, everything else falls easily into line, and
+if you cannot readily concede the royal birth and bearing of your
+neighbor's child you will see nothing strange in thinking of your own
+nursling as little prince or princess, and so you will be able to
+accept gracefully the sobriquet of Queen Mother, which is yours by the
+same invincible logic!_
+
+_Oh, yes, we allow that instead of being gravely editorial in our
+attitude, we have played with the title, as well as with all the
+sub-titles and classifications, feeling that it was the next
+pleasantest thing to playing with the babies themselves. It was so
+delightful to re-read the well-loved rhymes of our own childhood and
+try to find others worthy to put beside them; so delicious to imagine
+the hundreds of young mothers who would meet their old favorites in
+these particular pages; and so inspiring to think of the thousands of
+new babies whose first hearing of nursery classics would be associated
+with this red-covered volume, that we found ourselves in a joyous mood
+which we hope will be contagious. Nothing is surer than that a certain
+gayety of heart and mind constitute the most wholesome climate for
+young children. "The baby whose mother has not charmed him in his
+cradle with rhyme and song has no enchanting dreams; he is not gay and
+he will never be a great musician," so runs the old Swiss saying._
+
+_Youthful mothers, beautifully and properly serious about their
+strange new duties and responsibilities, need not fear that Mother
+Goose is anything but healthful nonsense. She holds a place all her
+own, and the years that have rolled over her head (some of the rhymes
+going back to the sixteenth century) only give her a firmer footing
+among the immortals. There are no real substitutes for her unique
+rhymes, neither can they be added to nor imitated; for the world
+nowadays is seemingly too sophisticated to frame just this sort of
+merry, light-hearted, irresponsible verse which has mellowed with the
+years. "These ancient rhymes," says Andrew Lang, "are smooth stones
+from the brook of time, worn round by constant friction of tongues
+long silent."_
+
+_Nor is your use of this "light literature of the infant scholar" in
+the nursery without purpose or value. You are developing ear, mind,
+and heart, and laying a foundation for a later love of the best things
+in poetry. Whatever else we may do or leave undone, if we wish to
+widen the spiritual horizon of our children let us not close the
+windows on the emotional and imaginative sides. "There is in every one
+of us a poet whom the man has outlived." Do not let the poetic
+instinct die of inanition; keep it alive in the child by feeding his
+youthful ardor, strengthening his insight, guarding the sensitiveness
+and delicacy of his early impressions, and cherishing the fancies that
+are indeed "the trailing clouds of glory" he brings with him "from God
+who is his home."_
+
+_The rhythm of verse will charm his senses even in his baby days;
+later on he will feel the beauty of some exquisite lyric phrase as
+keenly as you do, for the ear will have been opened and will be
+satisfied only with what is finest and best._
+
+_The second division of the book "Little Prince and Princess" will
+take the children out of the nursery into the garden, the farmyard,
+and the world outside the Palace, where they will meet and play with
+their fellows in an ever-widening circle of social activity. "Baby's
+Hush-a-byes" in cradle or mother's lap will now give place to the
+quiet cribside talks called "The Palace Bed Time" and "The Queen
+Mother's Counsel"; and in the story hour "The Palace Jest-Book" will
+furnish merriment for the youngsters who laughed the year before over
+the simpler nonsense of Mother Goose._
+
+_When the pinafores themselves are cast aside Pinafore Palace will be
+outgrown, and you can find something better suited to the developing
+requirements of the nursery folk in "The Posy Ring." Then the third
+volume in our series--"Golden Numbers"--will give boys and girls from
+ten to fifteen a taste of all the best and soundest poetry suitable to
+their age, and after that they may enter on their full birthright,
+"the rich deposit of the centuries."_
+
+_No greater love for a task nor happiness in doing it, no more ardent
+wish to please a child or meet a mother's need, ever went into a book
+than have been wrought into this volume and its three predecessors. We
+hope that it will find its way into the nurseries where wealth has
+provided every means of ministering to the young child's growth in
+body, mind, and soul; and if some of the Pinafore Palaces should be
+neat little kitchens, what joy it would be to think of certain young
+queen-mothers taking a breath between tasks to sit by the fire and
+read to their royal babies while the bread is baking, the kettle
+boiling, or the potatoes bubbling in the pot._
+
+ _"Where does Pinafore Palace stand?
+ Right in the middle of Lilliput Land."_
+
+_And Lilliput Land is (or ought to be) the freeest country in the
+universe. Its shining gates open wide at dawn, closing only at sunset,
+and toddling pilgrims with eager faces enter and wander about at will.
+Decked in velvet or clad in rags the friendly porter pays no heed, for
+the pinafores hide all class distinctions._
+
+ _"We're bound for Pinafore Palace, sir,"
+ They say to the smiling gatekeeper.
+ "Do we need, if you please, an entrance ticket
+ Before we pass through your magic wicket?"
+ "Oh, no, little Prince and Princess dear,
+ All pinafores freely enter here!"_
+
+ KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+_ACKNOWLEDGMENTS are herewith made to the following publishers for
+permission to include in this volume selections from their copyrighted
+publications:_
+
+_Houghton, Mifflin & Co.: "A Dewdrop" and "Bees," from Little Folk
+Lyrics, by Frank Dempster Sherman; "The Brown Thrush," from Childhood
+Songs, by Lucy Larcom; "Bossy and Daisy," from The Old Garden, by
+Margaret Deland; "Lost," from Poems for Children, by Celia Thaxter;
+"Clothes," "A Music Box," and "Learning to Play," from A Pocketful of
+Posies, by Abbie Farwell Brown._
+
+_Lothrop, Lee & Shepard: "How they Sleep" and "The Darling Birds,"
+from Babyland; "Follow Me," "Annie's Garden," "Good Mooly Cow," "The
+New Moon," "Do You Guess it is I," and "Baby's Birthday," from Little
+Songs, by Eliza Lee Follen; "Who Likes the Rain" and "Spring
+Questions," by Clara Doty Bates; and five poems by Emilie Poulsson as
+follows: "Chickens in Trouble" (Translated from the Norwegian) and "A
+Puppy's Problem," from Through the Farmyard Gate; "The Story of Baby's
+Blanket," "The Story of Baby's Pillow," and "Baby's Breakfast," from
+Child Stories and Rhymes._
+
+_Little, Brown & Company: "The Owl, the Eel and the Warming Pan" and
+"The Difference," from Sundown Songs, by Laura E. Richards_.
+
+_Milton Bradley Company: "The Five Little Fairies," "The Pigeons,"
+"The Barnyard," from Rhymes for Little Hands, by Maud Burnham._
+
+_New England Publishing Company: "Our Mother," from the American
+Primary Teacher._
+
+_Small, Maynard & Company: "Hospitality," "The Child's Star," "Foot
+Soldiers," from Child Verse, by John B. Tabb._
+
+_The Outlook: "Baby's Journey," by Mary F. Butts._
+
+_And our thanks and tribute to the shade of "Mother Goose," beloved
+nurse of all who lisp the English tongue._
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+_PART I_
+
+THE ROYAL BABY
+
+ PAGE
+
+I. BABY'S PLAYS 3
+
+II. BABY'S HUSH-A-BYES 15
+
+III. BABY'S JOURNEYS 21
+
+IV. BABY'S FRIENDS 29
+
+V. NURSERY HEROES AND HEROINES 39
+
+VI. NURSERY NONSENSE 47
+
+VII. NURSERY NOVELS 67
+
+VIII. GUESS-ME-QUICKS 93
+
+IX. GRANDMOTHER'S WISDOM 101
+
+
+_PART II_
+
+LITTLE PRINCE AND PRINCESS
+
+I. THE PALACE PLAYTIME 111
+
+II. THE PALACE GARDEN 125
+
+III. THE PALACE PETS 159
+
+IV. THE PALACE JEST-BOOK 173
+
+V. THE QUEEN-MOTHER'S COUNSEL 205
+
+VI. THE PALACE BED-TIME 219
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+PUBLIC NOTICE.--_This is to state,
+That these are the specimens left at the gate
+Of Pinafore Palace, exact to date,
+In the hands of the porter, Curlypate,
+Who sits in his plush on a chair of state,
+By somebody who is a candidate
+For the Office of Lilliput Laureate._
+
+ _William Brighty Rands._
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+_PART I_
+
+THE ROYAL BABY
+
+I
+
+
+BABY'S PLAYS
+
+ Brow bender,
+ Eye peeper,
+ Nose smeller,
+ Mouth eater,
+ Chin chopper.
+ Knock at the door--peep in,
+ Lift up the latch--walk in.
+
+ Eye winker,
+ Tom Tinker,
+ Nose smeller,
+ Mouth eater,
+ Chin chopper,
+ Chin chopper.
+
+
+ Here sits the Lord Mayor,
+ Here sit his two men,
+ Here sits the cock,
+ And here sits the hen;
+ Here sit the chickens,
+ And here they go in,
+ Chippety, chippety, chippety chin.
+
+
+ Ring the bell!
+ Knock at the door!
+ Lift up the latch!
+ Walk in!
+
+
+ Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
+ So I do, master, as fast as I can:
+ Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
+ Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.
+
+
+ Pease porridge hot,
+ Pease porridge cold,
+ Pease porridge in the pot,
+ Nine days old.
+ Some like it hot,
+ Some like it cold,
+ Some like it in the pot,
+ Nine days old.
+
+
+ Pat it, kiss it,
+ Stroke it, bless it;
+ Three days' sunshine, three days' rain,
+ Little hand all well again.
+
+
+ Warm, hands, warm, daddy's gone to plough;
+ If you want to warm hands, warm hands now.
+
+
+ Clap, clap handies,
+ Mammie's wee, wee ain;
+ Clap, clap handies,
+ Daddie's comin' hame;
+ Hame till his bonny wee bit laddie;
+ Clap, clap handies,
+ My wee, wee ain.
+
+
+ This little pig went to market;
+ This little pig stayed at home;
+ This little pig had roast beef;
+ This little pig had none;
+ This little pig said, "Wee, wee!
+ I can't find my way home."
+
+
+ Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare;
+ But let the little colt go bare.
+
+
+_Foot Soldiers_
+
+ 'Tis all the way to Toe-town,
+ Beyond the Knee-high hill,
+ That Baby has to travel down
+ To see the soldiers drill.
+
+ One, two, three, four, five, a-row--
+ A captain and his men--
+ And on the other side, you know,
+ Are six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
+
+ John B. Tabb.
+
+
+ How many days has my baby to play?
+ Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
+ Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
+ Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
+
+
+ Dance to your daddy,
+ My little babby;
+ Dance to your daddy,
+ My little lamb.
+
+ You shall have a fishy,
+ In a little dishy;
+ You shall have a fishy
+ When the boat comes in.
+
+
+_One, Two_
+
+ One, two,
+ Buckle my shoe;
+
+ Three, four,
+ Knock at the door;
+
+ Five, six,
+ Pick up sticks;
+
+ Seven, eight,
+ Lay them straight;
+
+ Nine, ten,
+ A good fat hen;
+
+ Eleven, twelve,
+ Let them delve;
+
+ Thirteen, fourteen,
+ Maids a-courting;
+
+ Fifteen, sixteen,
+ Maids in the kitchen;
+
+ Seventeen, eighteen,
+ Maids a-waiting;
+
+ Nineteen, twenty,
+ My plate's empty.
+
+
+ Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring;
+ Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;
+ With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,
+ And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!
+
+ Merry have we met, and merry have we been;
+ Merry let us part, and merry meet again;
+ With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
+ And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
+
+
+ Bow-wow-wow!
+ Whose dog art thou?
+ Little Tom Tinker's dog,
+ Bow-wow-wow!
+
+
+ Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!
+ That the miller may grind his corn;
+ That the baker may take it,
+ And into rolls make it,
+ And send us some hot in the morn.
+
+
+_The Difference_
+
+ Eight fingers,
+ Ten toes,
+ Two eyes,
+ And one nose.
+ Baby said
+ When she smelt the rose,
+ "Oh! what a pity
+ I've only one nose!"
+
+ Ten teeth
+ In even rows,
+ Three dimples,
+ And one nose.
+ Baby said
+ When she smelt the snuff,
+ "Deary me!
+ One nose is enough."
+
+Laura E. Richards.
+
+
+_The Five Little Fairies_
+
+_Finger-Play_
+
+ Said this little fairy,
+ "I'm as thirsty as can be!"
+
+ Said this little fairy,
+ "I'm hungry, too! dear me!"
+
+ Said this little fairy,
+ "Who'll tell us where to go?"
+
+ Said this little fairy,
+ "I'm sure that I don't know!"
+
+ Said this little fairy,
+ "Let's brew some Dew-drop Tea!"
+ So they sipped it and ate honey
+ Beneath the maple tree.
+
+ Maud Burnham.
+
+
+_The Pigeons_
+
+ Ten snowy white pigeons are standing in line,
+ On the roof of the barn in the warm sunshine.
+
+ Ten snowy white pigeons fly down to the ground,
+ To eat of the grain that is thrown all around.
+
+ Ten snowy white pigeons soon flutter aloof,
+ And sit in a line on the ridge of the roof.
+
+ Ten pigeons are saying politely, "Thank you!"
+ If you listen, you hear their gentle "Coo-roo!"
+
+ Maud Burnham.
+
+
+_The Barnyard_
+
+ When the Farmer's day is done,
+ In the barnyard, ev'ry one,
+ Beast and bird politely say,
+ "Thank you for my food to-day."
+
+ The cow says, "Moo!"
+ The pigeon, "Coo!"
+ The sheep says, "Baa!"
+ The lamb says, "Maa!"
+ The hen, "Cluck! Cluck!"
+ "Quack!" says the duck;
+
+ The dog, "Bow Wow!"
+ The cat, "Meow!"
+ The horse says, "Neigh!
+ I love sweet hay!"
+ The pig near by,
+ Grunts in his sty.
+
+ When the barn is locked up tight,
+ Then the Farmer says, "Good-night!"
+ Thanks his animals, ev'ry one,
+ For the work that has been done.
+
+ Maud Burnham.
+
+
+
+
+II
+
+BABY'S HUSH-A-BYES
+
+ Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top,
+ When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
+ When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
+ Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.
+
+
+ Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
+ Father's a nobleman, mother's a Queen;
+ Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
+ And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the King.
+
+
+ Bye, baby bunting,
+ Daddy's gone a-hunting,
+ To get a little rabbit-skin,
+ To wrap his baby bunting in.
+
+
+ Hush thee, my babby,
+ Lie still with thy daddy,
+ Thy mammy has gone to the mill,
+ To grind thee some wheat
+ To make thee some meat,
+ And so, my dear babby, lie still.
+
+
+ Sleep, baby, sleep!
+ Thy father watches the sheep;
+ Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree,
+ And down falls a little dream on thee:
+ Sleep, baby, sleep!
+
+ Sleep, baby, sleep!
+ The large stars are the sheep,
+ The wee stars are the lambs, I guess,
+ The fair moon is the shepherdess:
+ Sleep, baby, sleep!
+
+ From the German.
+
+
+ When little Birdie bye-bye goes,
+ Quiet as mice in churches,
+ He puts his head where no-one knows,
+ On one leg he perches.
+
+ When little Babie bye-bye goes,
+ On Mother's arm reposing,
+ Soon he lies beneath the clothes,
+ Safe in the cradle dozing.
+
+ When pretty Pussy goes to sleep,
+ Tail and nose together,
+ Then little mice around her creep,
+ Lightly as a feather.
+
+ When little Babie goes to sleep,
+ And he is very near us,
+ Then on tip-toe softly creep,
+ That Babie may not hear us.
+ Lullaby! Lullaby! Lulla, Lulla, Lullaby!
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+
+
+III
+
+BABY'S JOURNEYS
+
+ Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
+ To see an old lady upon a white horse,
+ Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes.
+ She shall have music wherever she goes.
+
+
+ This is the way the ladies ride;
+ Tri, tre, tre, tree,
+ Tri, tre, tre, tree!
+ This is the way the ladies ride,
+ Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!
+
+ This is the way the gentlemen ride;
+ Gallop-a-trot,
+ Gallop-a-trot!
+ This is the way the gentlemen ride,
+ Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
+
+ This is the way the farmers ride;
+ Hobbledy-hoy,
+ Hobbledy-hoy!
+ This is the way the farmers ride,
+ Hobbledy, hobbledy-hoy!
+
+
+ Ride, baby, ride,
+ Pretty baby shall ride,
+ And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,
+ And a little pussy-cat tied to the other,
+ And away she shall ride
+ To see her grandmother,
+ To see her grandmother,
+ To see her grandmother in London town.
+
+
+ See-saw sacradown,
+ Which is the way to London town?
+ One foot up, the other foot down,
+ That is the way to London town.
+
+
+ To market, to market,
+ To buy a plum bun;
+ Home again, home again,
+ Market is done.
+
+
+ Dance, little baby, dance up high,
+ Never mind, baby, mother is by;
+ Crow and caper, caper and crow,
+ There, little baby, there you go;
+
+ Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
+ Backwards and forwards, round and round;
+ Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,
+ With the merry chorus, ding, ding, ding!
+
+
+ A farmer went trotting
+ Upon his gray mare;
+ Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+ With his daughter behind him,
+ So rosy and fair;
+ Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+ A raven cried "Croak";
+ And they all tumbled down;
+ Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+ The mare broke her knees,
+ And the farmer his crown;
+ Lumpety, lumpety, lump.
+
+ The mischievous raven
+ Flew laughing away;
+ Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+ And vowed he would serve them
+ The same the next day;
+ Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+
+
+ Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
+ And hey, my kitten, my deary!
+ Such a sweet pet as this
+ Was neither far nor neary.
+
+ Here we go up, up, up,
+ And here we go down, down, downy;
+ And here we go backwards and forwards,
+ And here we go round, round, roundy.
+
+
+ Hey diddle, dinkety, poppety, pet,
+ The merchants of London they wear scarlet;
+ Silk in the collar and gold in the hem,
+ So merrily march the merchantmen.
+
+
+_Rhymes About a Little Woman_
+
+ This is the way the ladies ride--
+ Saddle-a-side, saddle-a-side!
+
+ This is the way the gentlemen ride--
+ Sitting astride, sitting astride!
+
+ This is the way the grandmothers ride--
+ Bundled and tied, bundled and tied!
+
+ This is the way the babykins ride--
+ Snuggled inside, snuggled inside!
+
+ This is the way when they are late,
+ They _all_ fly over a five-barred gate.
+
+William Canton.
+
+
+ Every evening Baby goes
+ Trot, trot, to town--
+ Across the river, through the fields,
+ Up hill and down.
+
+ Trot, trot, the Baby goes,
+ Up hill and down,
+ To buy a feather for her hat,
+ To buy a woolen gown.
+
+ Trot, trot, the Baby goes;
+ The birds fly down, alack!
+ "You cannot have our feathers, dear,"
+ They say; "so please trot back."
+
+ Trot, trot, the Baby goes;
+ The lambs come bleating near.
+ "You cannot have our wool," they say;
+ "But we are sorry, dear."
+
+ Trot, trot, the Baby goes,
+ Trot, trot, to town.
+ She buys a red rose for her hat,
+ She buys a cotton gown.
+
+ Mary F. Butts.
+
+
+
+
+IV
+
+BABY'S FRIENDS
+
+ Mary had a pretty bird,
+ Feathers bright and yellow,
+ Slender legs; upon my word,
+ He was a pretty fellow.
+
+ The sweetest notes he always sang,
+ Which much delighted Mary;
+ And near the cage she'd often sit,
+ To hear her own Canary.
+
+
+ Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home,
+ Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone:
+ All but one whose name is Ann,
+ And she crept under the pudding-pan.
+
+
+ There was a little nobby colt,
+ His name was Nobby Gray;
+ His head was made of pouce straw,
+ His tail was made of hay.
+ He could ramble, he could trot,
+ He could carry a mustard-pot
+ Round the town of Woodstock,
+ Hey, Jenny, hey!
+
+
+ The north wind doth blow,
+ And we shall have snow,
+ And what will the robin do then,
+ Poor thing?
+
+ He'll sit in a barn,
+ And keep himself warm,
+ And hide his head under his wing,
+ Poor thing!
+
+
+ I had a little pony,
+ His name was Dapple-gray,
+ I lent him to a lady,
+ To ride a mile away;
+ She whipped him, she lashed him,
+ She rode him through the mire;
+ I would not lend my pony now
+ For all the lady's hire.
+
+
+ I had a little doggy that used to sit and beg;
+ But Doggy tumbled down the stairs and broke his little leg.
+ Oh! Doggy, I will nurse you, and try to make you well,
+ And you shall have a collar with a little silver bell.
+
+ Ah! Doggy, don't you think you should very faithful be,
+ For having such a loving friend to comfort you as me?
+ And when your leg is better, and you can run and play,
+ We'll have a scamper in the fields and see them making hay.
+
+ But, Doggy, you must promise (and mind your word you keep)
+ Not once to tease the little lambs, or run among the sheep;
+ And then the little yellow chicks that play upon the grass,
+ You must not even wag your tail to scare them as you pass.
+
+
+ Pussy sits beside the fire--
+ How can she be fair?
+ In comes little puppy-dog:
+ "Pussy, are you there?
+ So, so, Mistress Pussy,
+ Pray how do you do?"
+ "Thank you, thank you, little dog,
+ I'm very well just now."
+
+
+ Baa, baa, black sheep,
+ Have you any wool?
+ Yes, marry, have I,
+ Three bags full:
+
+ One for my master,
+ One for my dame,
+ And one for the little boy
+ Who lives in the lane.
+
+
+ Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
+ Where have you been?
+ I've been to London
+ To look at the Queen
+ Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
+ What did you there?
+ I frightened a little mouse
+ Under her chair.
+
+
+ Six little mice sat down to spin.
+ Pussy passed by, and she peeped in.
+ "What are you at, my little men?"
+ "Making coats for gentlemen."
+ "Shall I come in and bite off your threads?"
+ "No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll snip off our heads."
+ "Oh, no, I'll not, I'll help you to spin."
+ "That may be so, but you don't come in!"
+
+
+ Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
+ Up went pussy-cat, and down went he;
+ Down came pussy-cat, and away Robin ran;
+ Said little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."
+
+ Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall,
+ Pussy-cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall;
+ Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did pussy say?
+ Pussy-cat said naught but "Mew," and Robin flew away.
+
+
+ Cushy, cow bonny, let down thy milk,
+ And I will give thee a gown of silk:
+ A gown of silk and a silver tee,
+ If thou wilt let down thy milk to me.
+
+
+ Betty Pringle had a little pig,
+ Not very little and not very big,
+ When he was alive he lived in clover,
+ But now he's dead, and that's all over.
+ So Billy Pringle he lay down and cried,
+ And Betty Pringle she lay down and died;
+
+ So there was an end of one, two, and three:
+ Billy Pringle he,
+ Betty Pringle she,
+ And the piggy wigg_ee_.
+
+
+ Come hither, sweet Robin,
+ And be not afraid,
+ I would not hurt even a feather;
+ Come hither, sweet Robin,
+ And pick up some bread,
+ To feed you this very cold weather.
+
+ I don't mean to frighten you,
+ Poor little thing,
+ And pussy-cat is not behind me;
+ So hop about pretty,
+ And drop down your wing,
+ And pick up some crumbs, and don't mind me.
+
+
+_Baby's Breakfast_
+
+ Baby wants his breakfast,
+ Oh! what shall I do?
+ Said the cow, "I'll give him
+ Nice fresh milk--moo-_oo_!"
+
+ Said the hen "Cut-_dah_ cut!
+ I have laid an egg
+ For the Baby's breakfast--
+ Take it now, I beg!"
+
+ And the buzzing bee said,
+ "Here is honey sweet.
+ Don't you think the Baby
+ Would like that to eat?"
+
+ Then the baker kindly
+ Brought the Baby's bread.
+ "Breakfast is all ready,"
+ Baby's mother said;
+
+ "But before the Baby
+ Eats his dainty food,
+ Will he not say 'Thank you!'
+ To his friends so good?"
+
+ Then the bonny Baby
+ Laughed and laughed away.
+ That was all the "Thank you"
+ He knew how to say.
+
+ Emilie Poulsson.
+
+
+
+
+V
+
+NURSERY HEROES AND HEROINES
+
+ Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,
+ Silver buckles on his knee;
+ He'll come back and marry me,
+ Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
+
+ Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,
+ Combing down his yellow hair;
+ He's my love for evermair,
+ Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
+
+
+ Tom, he was a piper's son,
+ He learned to play when he was young,
+ And all the tune that he could play
+ Was, "Over the hills and far away,"
+ Over the hills, and a great way off,
+ The wind will blow my top-knot off.
+
+ Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise
+ That he well pleased both the girls and boys,
+ And they always stopped to hear him play
+ "Over the hills and far away."
+
+
+Jack Horner
+
+ Jack Horner was a pretty lad,
+ Near London he did dwell;
+ His father's heart he made full glad,
+ His mother loved him well.
+
+ While little Jack was sweet and young,
+ If he by chance should cry,
+ His mother pretty sonnets sung,
+ With a lul-la-lul-la-by,
+
+ With such a dainty curious tone,
+ As Jack sat on her knee,
+ That soon, ere he could go alone,
+ He sang as well as she.
+
+ A pretty boy of curious wit,
+ All people spoke his praise,
+ And in the corner he would sit
+ In Christmas holidays.
+
+ When friends they did together meet,
+ To pass away the time--
+ Why, little Jack, be sure, would eat
+ His Christmas pie in rhyme.
+
+ He said, "Jack Horner, in the corner,
+ Eats good Christmas pie,
+ And with his thumbs pulls out the plums,
+ And says, 'Good boy am I!'"
+
+
+ Little Tom Tucker
+ Sings for his supper;
+ What shall he eat?
+ White bread and butter.
+
+ How shall he cut it
+ Without e'er a knife?
+ How shall he be married
+ Without e'er a wife?
+
+
+ Simple Simon met a pieman,
+ Going to the fair;
+ Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+ "Let me taste your ware."
+
+ Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
+ "Show me first your penny."
+ Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+ "Indeed I have not any."
+
+ Simple Simon went a-fishing
+ For to catch a whale;
+ But all the water he could find
+ Was in his mother's pail!
+
+
+ Jack and Jill went up the hill,
+ To fetch a pail of water;
+ Jack fell down, and broke his crown,
+ And Jill came tumbling after.
+
+ Up Jack got and home did trot
+ As fast as he could caper;
+ Went to bed to mend his head
+ With vinegar and brown paper.
+
+ Jill came in and she did grin,
+ To see his paper plaster.
+ Mother, vexed, did whip her next,
+ For causing Jack's disaster.
+
+
+ Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
+ The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
+ Where's the boy that looks after the sheep?
+ He's under the haycock, fast asleep.
+
+
+ Little Miss Muffet,
+ She sat on a tuffet,
+ Eating of curds and whey;
+ There came a great spider,
+ And sat down beside her,
+ Which frightened Miss Muffet away.
+
+
+ Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
+ Kitty Fisher found it;
+ But never a penny was there in't
+ Except the binding round it.
+
+
+ My maid Mary
+ She minds her dairy,
+ While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn.
+ Merrily run the reel
+ And the little spinning-wheel
+ While I am singing and mowing my corn.
+
+
+ Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
+ They were two bonny lasses:
+ They built their house upon the lea,
+ And covered it with rushes.
+
+ Bessy kept the garden gate,
+ And Mary kept the pantry;
+ Bessy always had to wait,
+ While Mary lived in plenty.
+
+
+ Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
+ How does your garden grow?
+ With cockle-shells and silver bells
+ And pretty girls all of a-row.
+
+
+ Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
+ Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine,
+ But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
+ And feast upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
+
+
+ Old King Cole
+ Was a merry old soul,
+ And a merry old soul was he;
+ He called for his pipe,
+ And he called for his bowl,
+ And he called for his fiddlers three.
+
+ Every fiddler he had a fine fiddle,
+ And a very fine fiddle had he;
+ "Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee," went the fiddlers.
+ Oh, there's none so rare,
+ As can compare
+ With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
+
+
+ There was an old woman went up in a basket
+ Seventy times as high as the moon;
+ And where she was going, I could not but ask it,
+ For under her arm she carried a broom.
+ "Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,
+ "Whither, O whither, O whither so high?"
+ "I'm sweeping the cobwebs off the sky!"
+ "Shall I go with thee?" "Ay, by and by."
+
+
+
+
+VI
+
+NURSERY NONSENSE
+
+ Old Mother Goose, when
+ She wanted to wander,
+ Would ride through the air
+ On a very fine gander.
+
+ Mother Goose had a house,
+ 'T was built in a wood,
+ Where an owl at the door
+ For sentinel stood.
+
+ She had a son Jack,
+ A plain-looking lad;
+ He was not very good,
+ Nor yet very bad.
+
+ She sent him to market,
+ A live goose he bought:
+ "Here! mother," says he,
+ "It will not go for nought."
+
+ Jack's goose and her gander
+ Grew very fond;
+ They'd both eat together,
+ Or swim in one pond.
+
+ Jack found one morning,
+ As I have been told,
+ His goose had laid him
+ An egg of pure gold.
+
+ Jack rode to his mother,
+ The news for to tell.
+ She called him a good boy,
+ And said it was well.
+
+
+ Goosey, goosey, gander,
+ Where shall I wander?
+ Upstairs, downstairs,
+ And in my lady's chamber.
+ There I met an old man
+ Who would not say his prayers;
+ I took him by the left leg,
+ And threw him downstairs.
+
+
+ I'll tell you a story
+ About Mary Morey,
+ And now my story's begun.
+ I'll tell you another
+ About her brother,
+ And now my story's done.
+
+
+ The lion and the unicorn
+ Were fighting for the crown;
+ The lion beat the unicorn
+ All round about the town.
+ Some gave them white bread,
+ Some gave them brown,
+ Some gave them plum-cake,
+ And sent them out of town.
+
+
+ Three wise men of Gotham,
+ Went to sea in a bowl;
+ If the bowl had been stronger,
+ My song had been longer.
+
+
+ There was a crooked man,
+ And he went a crooked mile,
+ He found a crooked sixpence
+ Upon a crooked stile:
+ He bought a crooked cat,
+ That caught a crooked mouse--
+ And they all lived together
+ In a little crooked house.
+
+
+ Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot,
+ When is your wedding? for I'll come to't.
+ The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake,
+ Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late.
+
+
+ There was a man in our town,
+ And he was wondrous wise,
+ He jumped into a bramble bush,
+ And scratched out both his eyes;
+ But when he saw his eyes were out,
+ With all his might and main,
+ He jumped into another bush,
+ And scratched 'em in again.
+
+
+ Solomon Grundy,
+ Born on a Monday,
+ Christened on Tuesday,
+ Married on Wednesday,
+ Took ill on Thursday,
+ Worse on Friday,
+ Died on Saturday.
+ Buried on Sunday,
+ This is the end
+ Of Solomon Grundy!
+
+
+ Hey! diddle diddle,
+ The cat and the fiddle,
+ The cow jumped over the moon;
+ The little dog laughed
+ To see such sport,
+ While the dish ran away with the spoon.
+
+
+ What are little boys made of, made of?
+ What are little boys made of?
+ Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails;
+ And that's what little boys are made of, made of.
+
+ What are little girls made of, made of?
+ What are little girls made of?
+ Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;
+ And that's what little girls are made of, made of.
+
+
+ "Come hither, little puppy-dog,
+ I'll give you a new collar,
+ If you will learn to read your book,
+ And be a clever scholar."
+ "No! no!" replied the puppy-dog,
+ "I've other fish to fry;
+ For I must learn to guard your house,
+ And bark when thieves come nigh."
+
+ With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+ Robin knows great A,
+ And B, and C, and D, and E,
+ F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+ "Come hither, pretty cockatoo,
+ Come and learn your letters;
+ And you shall have a knife and fork
+ To eat with, like your betters."
+
+ "No! no!" the cockatoo replied,
+ "My beak will do as well;
+ I'd rather eat my victuals thus
+ Than go and learn to spell."
+
+ With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+ Robin knows great A,
+ And B, and C, and D, and E,
+ F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+ "Come hither, little pussy-cat,
+ If you'll your grammar study,
+ I'll give you silver clogs to wear,
+ Whene'er the gutter's muddy."
+ "No! whilst I grammar learn," says puss,
+ "Your house will in a trice
+ Be overrun from top to toe,
+ With flocks of rats and mice."
+
+ With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+ Robin knows great A,
+ And B, and C, and D, and E,
+ F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+ "Come hither, then, good little boy,
+ And learn your alphabet,
+ And you a pair of boots and spurs,
+ Like your papa's, shall get."
+
+ "Oh yes! I'll learn my alphabet,
+ And when I've learned to read,
+ Perhaps papa will give me, too,
+ A pretty long-tailed steed."
+
+ With a tingle, tangle titmouse,
+ Robin knows great A,
+ And B, and C, and D, and E,
+ F, G, H, I, J, K.
+
+
+ Peter White will ne'er go right:
+ Would you know the reason why?
+ He follows his nose where'er he goes,
+ And that stands all awry.
+
+
+ The man in the moon
+ Came down too soon,
+ And asked his way to Norwich:
+ He went by the south,
+ And burnt his mouth
+ With eating cold plum-porridge.
+
+
+ Dear, dear! what can the matter be?
+ Two old women got up in an apple-tree;
+ One came down,
+ And the other stayed up till Saturday.
+
+
+ Upon a great black horse-ily
+ A man came riding cross-ily;
+ A lady out did come-ily,
+ Said she, "No one's at home-ily,
+
+ "But only little people-y,
+ Who've gone to bed to sleep-ily."
+ The rider on his horse-ily
+ Said to the lady, cross-ily,
+
+ "But are they bad or good-ily?
+ I want it understood-ily."
+ "Oh, they act bad and bold-ily,
+ And don't do what they're told-ily."
+
+ "Good-by!" said he, "dear Ma'am-ily,
+ I've nothing for your family."
+ And scampered off like mouse-ily
+ Away, way from the house-ily.
+
+ "Mother Goose from Germany."
+
+
+_The Rabbits_
+
+ Between the hill and the brook, ook, ook,
+ Two rabbits sat in the sun, O!
+ And there they ate the green, green grass,
+ Till all the grass was gone, O!
+
+ And when they had eaten enough, nough, nough,
+ They sat down to have a talk, O!
+ When there came a man with a gun, gun, gun,
+ And fired at them over the walk, O!
+
+ But when they found they were sound, ound, ound,
+ Nor hurt by the gun, gun, gun, O!
+ They picked themselves up from the ground, ound, ound,
+ And scampered away like fun, O!
+
+ "Mother Goose from Germany."
+
+
+ The King of France, and four thousand men,
+ They drew their swords, and put them up again.
+
+
+ Hickory, dickory, dock,
+ The mouse ran up the clock;
+ The clock struck one,
+ The mouse ran down,
+ Hickory, dickory, dock.
+
+
+ A cat came fiddling
+ Out of a barn,
+ With a pair of bagpipes
+ Under her arm;
+
+ She could sing nothing
+ But fiddle cum fee,
+ The mouse has married
+ The bumble-bee;
+ Pipe, cat; dance, mouse:
+ We'll have a wedding
+ At our good house.
+
+
+ There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
+ She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
+ She gave them some broth without any bread,
+ She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
+
+
+ There were two birds sat on a stone,
+ Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
+ One flew away, and then there was one,
+ Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
+ The other flew after,
+ And then there was none,
+ Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
+ And so the poor stone
+ Was left all alone,
+ Fa, la, la, la, lal, de.
+
+
+ If all the seas were one sea,
+ What a _great_ sea that would be!
+ And if all the trees were one tree,
+ What a _great_ tree that would be!
+ And if all the axes were one axe,
+ What a _great_ axe that would be!
+ And if all the men were one man,
+ What a _great_ man he would be!
+ And if the _great_ man took the _great_ axe,
+ And cut down the _great_ tree,
+ And let it fall into the _great_ sea,
+ What a splish splash _that_ would be!
+
+
+ As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
+ Were walking out one Sunday,
+ Said Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
+ "To-morrow will be Monday."
+
+
+ Three children sliding on the ice
+ Upon a summer's day,
+ As it fell out they all fell in,
+ The rest they ran away.
+
+ Now had these children been at home,
+ Or sliding on dry ground,
+ Ten thousand pounds to one penny
+ They had not all been drowned.
+
+ Ye parents all, that children have,
+ And ye that eke have none,
+ If you would keep them from the grave,
+ Pray make them stay at home.
+
+
+ One misty, moisty morning,
+ When cloudy was the weather,
+ I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.
+ He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
+ How do you do, and how do you do?
+ And how do you do again?
+
+
+ Brave news is come to town;
+ Brave news is carried;
+ Brave news is come to town--
+ Jemmy Dawson's married.
+
+ First he got a porridge-pot,
+ Then he bought a ladle;
+ Then he got a wife and child,
+ And then he bought a cradle.
+
+
+ There was an old man,
+ And he had a calf,
+ And that's half;
+
+ He took him out of the stall,
+ And tied him to the wall,
+ And that's all.
+
+
+ The man in the wilderness asked me,
+ How many strawberries grew in the sea?
+ I answered him as I thought good,
+ As many as red herrings grew in the wood.
+
+
+ If all the world were apple-pie,
+ And all the sea were ink,
+ And all the trees were bread and cheese,
+ What should we have for drink?
+
+
+ (_First child_). 1. I am a gold lock.
+
+ (_Second child._) 2. I am a gold key.
+
+ 1. I am a silver lock.
+
+ 2. I am a silver key.
+
+ 1. I am a brass lock.
+
+ 2. I am a brass key.
+
+ 1. I am a lead lock.
+
+ 2. I am a lead key.
+
+ 1. I am a monk lock.
+
+ 2. I am a monk key.
+
+
+ (_First child._) 1. I went up one pair of stairs.
+
+ (_Second child._) 2. Just like me.
+
+ 1. I went up two pair of stairs.
+
+ 2. Just like me.
+
+ 1. I went into a room.
+
+ 2. Just like me.
+
+ 1. I looked out of a window.
+
+ 2. Just like me.
+
+ 1. And there I saw a monkey.
+
+ 2. Just like me.
+
+
+ Girls and boys, come out to play,
+ The moon doth shine as bright as day;
+ Leave your supper and leave your sleep,
+ And come with your playfellows into the street.
+ Come with a whoop, come with a call,
+ Come with a good will or not at all.
+ Up the ladder and down the wall,
+ A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
+ You find milk, and I'll find flour,
+ And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.
+
+
+ Gay go up and gay go down,
+ To ring the bells of London town.
+
+ "Bull's eyes and targets,"
+ Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.
+
+ "Brickbats and tiles,"
+ Say the bells of St. Giles'.
+
+ "Halfpence and farthings,"
+ Say the bells of St. Martin's.
+
+ "Oranges and lemons,"
+ Say the bells of St. Clement's.
+
+ "Pancakes and fritters,"
+ Say the bells of St. Peter's.
+
+ "Two sticks and an apple,"
+ Say the bells at Whitechapel.
+
+ "Old Father Baldpate,"
+ Say the slow bells at Aldgate.
+
+ "You owe me ten shillings,"
+ Say the bells at St. Helen's.
+
+ "Pokers and tongs,"
+ Say the bells at St. John's.
+
+ "Kettles and pans,"
+ Say the bells at St. Ann's.
+
+ "When will you pay me?"
+ Say the bells of Old Bailey.
+
+ "When I grow rich,"
+ Say the bells of Shoreditch.
+
+ "Pray when will that be?"
+ Say the bells of Stepney.
+
+ "I'm sure I don't know,"
+ Says the great bell at Bow.
+
+
+ I saw a ship a-sailing,
+ A-sailing on the sea;
+ And it was full of pretty things
+ For baby and for me.
+
+ There were sweetmeats in the cabin,
+ And apples in the hold;
+ The sails were made of silk,
+ And the masts were made of gold.
+
+ The four-and-twenty sailors
+ That stood between the decks,
+ Were four-and-twenty white mice,
+ With chains about their necks.
+
+ The captain was a duck,
+ With a packet on his back;
+ And when the ship began to move,
+ The captain cried, "Quack, quack!"
+
+
+ There was a butcher cut his thumb,
+ When it did bleed, then blood did come.
+
+ There was a chandler making candle,
+ When he them stript, he did them handle.
+
+ There was a cobbler clouting shoon,
+ When they mended, they were done.
+
+ There was a crow sat on a stone,
+ When he was gone, then there was none.
+
+ There was a horse going to the mill,
+ When he went on, he stood not still.
+
+ There was a lackey ran a race,
+ When he ran fast, he ran apace.
+
+ There was a monkey climbed a tree,
+ When he fell down, then down fell he.
+
+ There was a navy went into Spain,
+ When it return'd, it came again.
+
+ There was an old woman lived under a hill,
+ And if she's not gone, she lives there still.
+
+
+
+
+VII
+
+NURSERY NOVELS
+
+
+_The Courtship, Merry Marriage, and Picnic Dinner of Cock Robin
+and Jenny Wren_
+
+ It was a merry time
+ When Jenny Wren was young,
+ So neatly as she danced,
+ And so sweetly as she sung,
+ Robin Redbreast lost his heart:
+ He was a gallant bird;
+ He doft his hat to Jenny,
+ And thus to her he said:--
+
+ "My dearest Jenny Wren,
+ If you will but be mine,
+ You shall dine on cherry pie,
+ And drink nice currant wine.
+ I'll dress you like a Goldfinch,
+ Or like a Peacock gay;
+ So if you'll have me, Jenny,
+ Let us appoint the day."
+
+ Jenny blushed behind her fan,
+ And thus declared her mind:
+ "Then let it be to-morrow, Bob,
+ I take your offer kind--
+ Cherry pie is very good!
+ So is currant wine!
+ But I will wear my brown gown,
+ And never dress too fine."
+
+ Robin rose up early
+ At the break of day;
+ He flew to Jenny Wren's house,
+ To sing a roundelay.
+ He met the Cock and Hen,
+ And bid the Cock declare,
+ This was his wedding-day
+ With Jenny Wren, the fair.
+
+ The Cock then blew his horn,
+ To let the neighbors know,
+ This was Robin's wedding-day,
+ And they might see the show.
+ And first came parson Rook,
+ With his spectacles and band,
+ And one of _Mother Hubbard's_ books
+ He held within his hand.
+
+ Then followed him the Lark,
+ For he could sweetly sing,
+ And he was to be clerk
+ At Cock Robin's wedding.
+ He sung of Robin's love
+ For little Jenny Wren;
+ And when he came unto the end,
+ Then he began again.
+
+ Then came the bride and bridegroom;
+ Quite plainly was she dressed,
+ And blushed so much, her cheeks were
+ As red as Robin's breast.
+ But Robin cheered her up;
+ "My pretty Jen," said he,
+ "We're going to be married
+ And happy we shall be."
+
+ The Goldfinch came on next,
+ To give away the bride;
+ The Linnet, being bride's maid,
+ Walked by Jenny's side;
+ And, as she was a-walking,
+ She said, "Upon my word,
+ I think that your Cock Robin
+ Is a very pretty bird."
+
+ The Bulfinch walked by Robin,
+ And thus to him did say,
+ "Pray, mark, friend Robin Redbreast,
+ That Goldfinch, dressed so gay;
+ What though her gay apparel
+ Becomes her very well,
+ Yet Jenny's modest dress and look
+ Must bear away the bell."
+
+ The Blackbird and the Thrush,
+ And charming Nightingale,
+ Whose sweet jug sweetly echoes
+ Through every grove and dale;
+ The Sparrow and Tom Tit,
+ And many more, were there:
+ All came to see the wedding
+ Of Jenny Wren, the fair.
+
+ "O then," says parson Rook,
+ "Who gives this maid away?"
+ "I do," says the Goldfinch,
+ "And her fortune I will pay:
+ Here's a bag of grain of many sorts,
+ And other things beside;
+ Now happy be the bridegroom,
+ And happy be the bride!"
+
+ "And will you have her, Robin,
+ To be your wedded wife?"
+ "Yes, I will," says Robin,
+ "And love her all my life."
+ "And will you have him, Jenny,
+ Your husband now to be?"
+ "Yes, I will," says Jenny,
+ "And love him heartily."
+
+ Then on her finger fair
+ Cock Robin put the ring;
+ "You're married now," says Parson Rook,
+ While the Lark aloud did sing:
+ "Happy be the bridegroom,
+ And happy be the bride!
+ And may not man, nor bird, nor beast,
+ This happy pair divide."
+
+ The birds were asked to dine;
+ Not Jenny's friends alone,
+ But every pretty songster
+ That had Cock Robin known.
+ They had a cherry pie,
+ Beside some currant wine,
+ And every guest brought something,
+ That sumptuous they might dine.
+
+ Now they all sat or stood
+ To eat and to drink;
+ And every one said what
+ He happened to think;
+ They each took a bumper,
+ And drank to the pair:
+ Cock Robin, the bridegroom,
+ And Jenny Wren, the fair.
+
+ The dinner-things removed,
+ They all began to sing;
+ And soon they made the place
+ Near a mile round to ring.
+ The concert it was fine;
+ And every bird tried
+ Who best could sing for Robin
+ And Jenny Wren, the bride.
+
+ Then in came the Cuckoo,
+ And he made a great rout;
+ He caught hold of Jenny,
+ And pulled her about.
+ Cock Robin was angry,
+ And so was the Sparrow,
+ Who fetched in a hurry
+ His bow and his arrow.
+
+ His aim then he took,
+ But he took it not right;
+ His skill was not good,
+ Or he shot in a fright;
+ For the Cuckoo he missed,
+ But Cock Robin killed!--
+ And all the birds mourned
+ That his blood was so spilled,
+
+
+_The Death and Burial of Cock Robin_
+
+ Who killed Cock Robin?
+ "I," said the Sparrow,
+ "With my bow and arrow,
+ I killed Cock Robin."
+
+ Who saw him die?
+ "I," said the Fly,
+ "With my little eye,
+ I saw him die."
+
+ Who caught his blood?
+ "I," said the Fish,
+ "With my little dish,
+ I caught his blood."
+
+ Who'll make his shroud?
+ "I," said the Beetle,
+ "With my thread and needle,
+ I'll make his shroud."
+
+ Who'll bear the torch?
+ "I," said the Linnet,
+ "I'll come in a minute,
+ I'll bear the torch."
+
+ Who'll be the clerk?
+ "I," said the Lark,
+ "I'll say Amen in the dark;
+ I'll be the clerk."
+
+ Who'll dig his grave?
+ "I," said the Owl,
+ "With my spade and trowel,
+ I'll dig his grave."
+
+ Who'll be the parson?
+ "I," said the Rook,
+ "With my little book,
+ I'll be the parson."
+
+ Who'll be chief mourner?
+ "I," said the Dove,
+ "I mourn for my love;
+ I'll be chief mourner."
+
+ Who'll sing his dirge?
+ "I," said the Thrush,
+ "As I sing in a bush,
+ I'll sing his dirge."
+
+ Who'll bear the pall?
+ "We," said the Wren,
+ Both the Cock and the Hen;
+ "We'll bear the pall."
+
+ Who'll carry his coffin?
+ "I," said the Kite,
+ "If it be in the night,
+ I'll carry his coffin."
+
+ Who'll toll the bell?
+ "I," said the Bull,
+ "Because I can pull,
+ I'll toll the bell."
+
+ All the birds of the air
+ Fell to sighing and sobbing
+ When they heard the bell toll
+ For poor Cock Robin.
+
+
+ My dear, do you know,
+ How a long time ago,
+ Two poor little children,
+ Whose names I don't know,
+ Were stolen away on a fine summer's day,
+ And left in a wood, as I've heard people say.
+
+ And when it was night,
+ So sad was their plight!
+ The sun it went down,
+ And the moon gave no light!
+ They sobbed and they sighed, and they bitterly cried,
+ And the poor little things, they lay down and died.
+
+ And when they were dead,
+ The robins so red,
+ Brought strawberry-leaves
+ And over them spread;
+ And all the day long,
+ They sung them this song:
+ "Poor babes in the wood! Poor babes in the wood!
+ Oh don't you remember the babes in the wood?"
+
+
+ The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
+ All on a summer's day;
+ The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts,
+ And took them clean away.
+
+ The King of Hearts called for the tarts,
+ And beat the Knave full sore;
+ The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts,
+ And vowed he'd steal no more.
+
+
+ A little boy and a little girl
+ Lived in an alley;
+ Said the little boy to the little girl,
+ "Shall I, oh! shall I?"
+
+ Said the little girl to the little boy,
+ "What will you do?"
+ Said the little boy to the little girl,
+ "I will kiss you."
+
+
+ When good King Arthur ruled this land,
+ He was a goodly king;
+ He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
+ To make a bag-pudding.
+
+ A bag-pudding the king did make,
+ And stuff'd it well with plums:
+ And in it put great lumps of fat,
+ As big as my two thumbs.
+
+ The king and queen did eat thereof,
+ And noblemen beside;
+ And what they could not eat that night,
+ The queen next morning fried.
+
+
+ "Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?"
+ "Down in the meadow to milk my cow."
+ "Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now;
+ When I send for thee, then come thou."
+
+
+ Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
+ His wife could eat no lean;
+ And so, betwixt them both, you see,
+ They licked the platter clean.
+
+
+ Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
+ Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
+ He put her in a pumpkin shell
+ And then he kept her very well.
+
+
+ The little priest of Felton,
+ The little priest of Felton,
+ He kill'd a mouse within his house,
+ And ne'er a one to help him.
+
+
+ Ding, dong, bell,
+ Pussy's in the well!
+ Who put her in?--
+ Little Tommy Lin.
+
+ Who pulled her out?--
+ Big John Strout.
+ What a naughty boy was that
+ To drown poor pussy-cat,
+ Who never did him any harm,
+ But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.
+
+
+ When I was a bachelor
+ I lived by myself;
+ And all the bread and cheese I got
+ I put upon the shelf.
+
+ The rats and the mice
+ They made such a strife,
+ I was forced to go to London
+ To buy me a wife.
+
+ The streets were so bad,
+ And the lanes were so narrow,
+ I was forced to bring my wife home
+ In a wheelbarrow.
+
+ The wheelbarrow broke,
+ And my wife had a fall,
+ Down came wheelbarrow,
+ Little wife and all.
+
+
+ I had a little husband,
+ No bigger than my thumb;
+ I put him in a pint-pot,
+ And there I bade him drum.
+
+ I bought a little horse,
+ That galloped up and down;
+ I bridled him, and saddled him,
+ And sent him out of town.
+
+ I gave him little garters,
+ To garter up his hose,
+ And a little handkerchief,
+ To wipe his little nose.
+
+
+ Sing a song of sixpence,
+ A pocket full of rye;
+ Four-and-twenty blackbirds
+ Baked in a pie;
+
+ When the pie was opened
+ The birds began to sing;
+ Was not that a dainty dish
+ To set before the King?
+
+ The King was in his counting-house,
+ Counting out his money;
+ The Queen was in the parlour,
+ Eating bread and honey;
+
+ The maid was in the garden
+ Hanging out the clothes;
+ When up came a blackbird,
+ And nipped off her nose.
+
+
+ Little Bo-peep, she lost her sheep,
+ And can't tell where to find them;
+ Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
+ And bring their tails behind them.
+
+ Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
+ And dreamed she heard them bleating;
+ When she awoke she found it a joke,
+ For they still were all fleeting.
+
+ Then up she took her little crook,
+ Determined for to find them;
+ She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
+ For they'd left their tails behind them!
+
+ It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray,
+ Unto a meadow hard by--
+ There she espied their tails side by side,
+ All hung on a tree to dry.
+
+ She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
+ And over the hillocks she raced;
+ And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
+ That each tail should be properly placed.
+
+
+ There was a little man,
+ And he had a little gun,
+ And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
+ He went to the brook,
+ And he saw a little duck,
+ And he shot it right through the head, head, head.
+
+ He carried it home,
+ To his good wife Joan,
+ And bid her make a fire for to bake, bake, bake,
+ To roast the little duck
+ He had shot in the brook,
+ And he'd go fetch her next the drake, drake, drake.
+
+ The drake had gone to sail,
+ With his nice curly tail,
+ The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.
+ But he let off his gun,
+ And he fired too soon,
+ So the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.
+
+
+ Three little kittens, they lost their mittens,
+ And they began to cry,
+ _O mother dear,_
+ _We very much fear,_
+ _That we have lost our mittens._
+ Lost your mittens!
+ You naughty kittens!
+ Then you shall have no pie.
+ _Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow._
+ No, you shall have no pie.
+ _Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow._
+
+ The three little kittens, they found their mittens,
+ And they began to cry,
+ _O mother dear,_
+ _See here, see here!_
+ _See! we have found our mittens._
+ Put on your mittens,
+ You silly kittens,
+ And you may have some pie.
+ _Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,_
+ _O let us have the pie._
+ _Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r._
+
+ The three little kittens put on their mittens,
+ And soon ate up the pie;
+ _O mother dear,_
+ _We greatly fear,_
+ _That we have soiled our mittens._
+ Soiled your mittens!
+ You naughty kittens!
+ Then they began to sigh,
+ _Mee-ow; mee-ow, mee-ow._
+ Then they began to sigh,
+ _Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow._
+
+ The three little kittens they washed their mittens,
+ And hung them out to dry;
+ _O mother dear,_
+ _Do you not hear,_
+ _That we have washed our mittens?_
+ Washed your mittens!
+ O, you're good kittens.
+ But I smell a rat close by:
+ Hush! Hush! _mee-ow, mee-ow._
+ _We smell a rat close by,_
+ _Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow._
+
+
+ This is the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the man all tattered and torn,
+ That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
+ That married the man all tattered and torn,
+ That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
+ That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+ That married the man all tattered and torn,
+ That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+ This is the farmer sowing his corn,
+ That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
+ That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+ That married the man all tattered and torn,
+ That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+ That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+ That tossed the dog,
+ That worried the cat,
+ That killed the rat,
+ That ate the malt
+ That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+
+ This is the key of the kingdom.
+ In that kingdom there is a city.
+ In that city there is a town.
+ In that town there is a street.
+ In that street there is a lane.
+ In that lane there is a yard.
+ In that yard there is a house.
+ In that house there is a room.
+ In that room there is a bed.
+ In that bed there is a basket.
+ In that basket there are some flowers.
+ Flowers in the basket, basket in the bed, bed in the room, etc., etc.
+
+
+_Tree on the Hill_
+
+ On yonder hill there stands a tree;
+ Tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.
+
+ And on the tree there was a branch;
+ Branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.
+
+ And on the branch there was a nest;
+ Nest on the branch, branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the
+ hill stood still.
+
+ And in the nest there was an egg;
+ Egg in the nest, nest on the branch, branch on the tree, tree on
+ the hill, and the hill stood still.
+
+ And in the egg there was a bird;
+ Bird in the egg, egg in the nest, nest on the branch, branch on
+ the tree, tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.
+
+ And on the bird there was a feather;
+ Feather on the bird, bird in the egg, egg in the nest, nest on
+ the branch, branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the
+ hill stood still.
+
+ John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Scott made the shot,
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Wiming made the priming,
+ And John Scott made the shot;
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Wiming made the priming,
+ And John Scott made the shot,
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Block made the stock,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Wiming made the priming,
+ And John Scott made the shot;
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Crowder made the powder,
+ And John Block made the stock,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Wiming made the priming,
+ And John Scott made the shot;
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Puzzle made the muzzle,
+ And John Crowder made the powder,
+ And John Block made the stock,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Wiming made the priming,
+ And John Scott made the shot;
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Clint made the flint,
+ And John Puzzle made the muzzle,
+ And John Crowder made the powder,
+ And John Block made the stock,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Wiming made the priming,
+ And John Scott made the shot;
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+ John Patch made the match,
+ And John Clint made the flint,
+ And John Puzzle made the muzzle,
+ And John Crowder made the powder,
+ And John Block made the stock,
+ And John Brammer made the rammer,
+ And John Wiming made the priming,
+ And John Scott made the shot;
+ But John Ball shot them all.
+
+
+
+
+VIII
+
+GUESS-ME-QUICKS
+
+ Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me ree,
+ Perhaps you can tell me what this may be.
+
+
+ In marble walls as white as milk,
+ Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
+ Within a fountain crystal clear,
+ A golden apple doth appear.
+ No doors there are to this stronghold,
+ Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
+
+
+ Thirty white horses upon a red hill,
+ Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.
+
+
+ Black within and red without;
+ Four corners round about.
+
+
+ Little Nan Etticoat,
+ In a white petticoat,
+ And a red nose;
+ The longer she stands,
+ The shorter she grows.
+
+
+ As round as an apple, as deep as a cup,
+ And all the King's horses can't pull it up.
+
+
+ Long legs, crooked thighs,
+ Little head, and no eyes.
+
+
+ Higher than a house, higher than a tree,
+ Oh, whatever can that be?
+
+
+ Down in a dark dungeon I saw a brave knight,
+ All saddled, all bridled, all fit for the fight.
+ Gilt was his saddle, and bent was his bow;
+ Thrice I've told you his name, and yet you don't know.
+
+
+ Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
+ Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
+ Not all the King's horses, nor all the King's men,
+ Could set Humpty Dumpty up again.
+
+
+ Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess,
+ They all went together to seek a bird's nest.
+ They found a bird's nest with five eggs in,
+ They all took one, and left four in.
+
+
+ As soft as silk, as white as milk,
+ As bitter as gall, a thick wall,
+ And a green coat covers me all.
+
+
+ As I went through the garden gap,
+ Whom should I meet but Dick Red-cap!
+ A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat:
+ If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.
+
+
+ I went to the wood and got it;
+ I sat me down and looked at it;
+ The more I looked at it the less I liked it;
+ And I brought it home because I couldn't help it.
+
+
+ There was a girl in our town,
+ Silk an' satin was her gown,
+ Silk an' satin, gold an' velvet,
+ Guess her name, three times I've tell'd it.
+
+
+ As I was going to St. Ives
+ I met a man with seven wives;
+ Every wife had seven sacks,
+ Every sack had seven cats,
+ Every cat had seven kits.
+ Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
+ How many were going to St. Ives?
+
+
+ Two legs sat upon three legs,
+ With one leg in his lap;
+ In comes four legs,
+ And runs away with one leg.
+ Up jumps two legs,
+ Catches up three legs,
+ Throws it after four legs,
+ And makes him bring back one leg.
+
+
+ As I was going o'er Westminster bridge,
+ I met with a Westminster scholar;
+ He pulled off his cap, _an' drew_ off his glove,
+ And wished me a very good morrow.
+ What is his name?
+
+
+ Flour of England, fruit of Spain,
+ Met together in a shower of rain;
+ Put in a bag tied round with a string,
+ If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.
+
+
+ I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear
+ But a silver nutmeg, and a golden pear.
+ The King of Spain's daughter came to visit me,
+ And all was because of my little nut tree.
+ I skipped over water, I danced over sea,
+ And all the birds of the air, they couldn't catch me.
+
+
+ There is one that has a head without an eye,
+ And there's one that has an eye without a head:
+ You may find the answer if you try;
+ And when all is said,
+ Half the answer hangs upon a thread!
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti.
+
+
+_Do You Guess it is I?_
+
+ I am a little thing;
+ I am not very high;
+ I laugh, dance and sing,
+ And sometimes I cry.
+
+ I have a little head
+ All covered o'er with hair,
+ And I hear what is said
+ With my two ears there.
+
+ On my two feet I walk;
+ I run too with ease;
+ With my little tongue I talk
+ Just as much as I please.
+
+ I have ten fingers too,
+ And just so many toes;
+ Two eyes to see through,
+ And but one little nose.
+
+ I've a mouth full of teeth,
+ Where my bread and milk go in;
+ And close by, underneath,
+ Is my little round chin.
+
+ What is this little thing,
+ Not very, very high,
+ That can laugh, dance and sing?
+ Do you guess it is I?
+
+ Eliza Lee Follen.
+
+
+
+
+IX
+
+GRANDMOTHER'S WISDOM
+
+ He that would thrive
+ Must rise at five;
+ He that hath thriven
+ May lie till seven;
+ And he that by the plough would thrive,
+ Himself must either hold or drive.
+
+
+ Cock crows in the morn,
+ To tell us to rise,
+ And he who lies late
+ Will never be wise.
+ For early to bed,
+ And early to rise,
+ Is the way to be healthy
+ And wealthy and wise.
+
+
+ A swarm of bees in May
+ Is worth a load of hay;
+ A swarm of bees in June
+ Is worth a silver spoon;
+ A swarm of bees in July
+ Is not worth a fly.
+
+
+ As the days grow longer
+ The storms grow stronger.
+
+ When the days begin to lengthen
+ Then the cold begins to strengthen.
+
+
+ A sunshiny shower,
+ Won't last half an hour.
+
+
+ March winds and April showers
+ Bring forth May flowers.
+
+
+ Evening red and morning gray
+ Set the traveller on his way,
+ But evening gray and morning red,
+ Bring the rain upon his head.
+
+
+ When Jacky's a very good boy,
+ He shall have cakes and a custard;
+ But when he does nothing but cry,
+ He shall have nothing but mustard.
+
+
+ Rainbow at night
+ Is the sailor's delight;
+ Rainbow at morning,
+ Sailors, take warning.
+
+
+ Thirty days hath September,
+ April, June, and November;
+ February has twenty-eight alone,
+ All the rest have thirty-one,
+ Excepting leap-year, that's the time
+ When February's days are twenty-nine.
+
+
+ For every ill beneath the sun
+ There is a cure or there is none;
+ If there be one, try to find it;
+ If there be none, never mind it.
+
+
+ They that wash on Monday
+ Have all the week to dry;
+ They that wash on Tuesday
+ Are not so much awry;
+ They that wash on Wednesday
+ Are not so much to blame;
+ They that wash on Thursday
+ Wash for very shame;
+ They that wash on Friday
+ Wash because of need;
+ And they that wash on Saturday,
+ Oh, they are lazy indeed!
+
+
+ Go to bed first,
+ A golden purse;
+
+ Go to bed second,
+ A golden pheasant;
+
+ Go to bed third,
+ A golden bird.
+
+
+ If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;
+ Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;
+ Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;
+ Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;
+ Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;
+ Sneeze on a Saturday, joy to-morrow.
+
+
+ When the wind is in the east,
+ 'Tis good for neither man nor beast;
+ When the wind is in the north,
+ The skilful fisher goes not forth;
+
+ When the wind is in the south,
+ It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;
+ When the wind is in the west,
+ Then 'tis at the very best.
+
+
+ Hearts, like doors, will ope with ease
+ To very, very little keys,
+ And don't forget that two of these,
+ Are "I thank you" and "If you please."
+
+
+ If wishes were horses,
+ Beggars would ride;
+ If turnips were watches,
+ I'd wear one by my side.
+
+
+ Cross-patch,
+ Draw the latch,
+ Sit by the fire and spin;
+ Take a cup,
+ And drink it up,
+ Then call your neighbors in.
+
+
+ For want of a nail, the shoe was lost;
+ For want of the shoe, the horse was lost;
+ For want of the horse, the rider was lost;
+ For want of the rider, the battle was lost;
+ For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost;
+ And all from the want of a horseshoe nail.
+
+
+ Monday's child is fair of face,
+ Tuesday's child is full of grace,
+ Wednesday's child is full of woe,
+ Thursday's child has far to go,
+ Friday's child is loving and giving,
+ Saturday's child works hard for its living,
+ But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
+ Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
+
+
+ My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind,
+ Went round about the house to find
+ A chink to set her foot in;
+ She tried the keyhole in the door,
+ She tried the crevice in the floor,
+ And drove the chimney soot in.
+
+ And then one night when it was dark,
+ She blew up such a tiny spark
+ That all the town was bothered;
+ From it she raised such flame and smoke
+ That many in great terror woke,
+ And many more were smothered.
+
+ And thus when once, my little dears,
+ A whisper reaches itching ears--
+ The same will come, you'll find:
+ Take my advice, restrain the tongue,
+ Remember what old nurse has sung
+ Of busy Lady Wind.
+
+
+
+
+_PART II_
+
+LITTLE PRINCE AND PRINCESS
+
+I
+
+THE PALACE PLAYTIME
+
+
+_Follow Me!_
+
+ Children go
+ To and fro,
+ In a merry, pretty row,
+ Footsteps light,
+ Faces bright;
+ 'Tis a happy sight,
+ Swiftly turning round and round,
+ Never look upon the ground;
+ Follow me,
+ Full of glee,
+ Singing merrily.
+
+ Work is done,
+ Play's begun;
+ Now we have our laugh and fun;
+ Happy days,
+ Pretty plays,
+ And no naughty ways.
+ Holding fast each other's hand,
+ We're a happy little band;
+ Follow me,
+ Full of glee,
+ Singing merrily.
+
+ Birds are free;
+ So are we;
+ And we live as happily.
+ Work we do,
+ Study too,
+ For we learn "Twice two";
+ Then we laugh, and dance, and sing,
+ Gay as larks upon the wing;
+ Follow me,
+ Full of glee,
+ Singing merrily.
+
+ Eliza Lee Follen.
+
+
+_The Baby's Birthday_
+
+ Come, Charles, blow the trumpet,
+ And George, beat the drum,
+ For this is the baby's birthday!
+ Little Annie shall sing,
+ And Jemmy shall dance,
+ And father the jews-harp will play.
+ Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te
+ Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.
+
+ Come toss up the ball,
+ And spin the hum top;
+ We'll have a grand frolic to-day;
+ Let's make some soap bubbles,
+ And blow them up high,
+ And see what the baby will say.
+ Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te
+ Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.
+
+ We'll play the grand Mufti;
+ Let's all make a ring;
+ The tallest the Mufti shall play;
+ You must look in his face,
+ And see what he does,
+ And mind what the Mufti shall say.
+ Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te
+ Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.
+
+ And now we'll play soldiers;
+ All hold up your heads!
+ Don't you know 'tis the baby's birthday?
+ You must turn out your toes,
+ And toss your feet high;
+ There! this, boys and girls, is the way.
+ Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te
+ Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re.
+
+ Eliza Lee Follen.
+
+
+_Counting Out_
+
+ Intery, mintery, cutery-corn,
+ Apple seed and apple thorn;
+ Wire, brier, limber-lock,
+ Five geese in a flock,
+ Sit and sing by a spring,
+ O-u-t, and in again.
+
+
+_A Tea-Party_
+
+ You see, merry Phillis, that dear little maid,
+ Has invited Belinda to tea;
+ Her nice little garden is shaded by trees,--
+ What pleasanter place could there be?
+
+ There's a cake full of plums, there are strawberries too,
+ And the table is set on the green;
+ I'm fond of a carpet all daisies and grass,--
+ Could a prettier picture be seen?
+
+ A blackbird (yes, blackbirds delight in warm weather,)
+ Is flitting from yonder high spray;
+ He sees the two little ones talking together,--
+ No wonder the blackbird is gay.
+
+ Kate Greenaway.
+
+
+_Around the World_
+
+ In go-cart so tiny
+ My sister I drew;
+ And I've promised to draw her
+ The wide world through.
+
+ We have not yet started--
+ I own it with sorrow--
+ Because our trip's always
+ Put off till to-morrow.
+
+ Kate Greenaway.
+
+
+_My Ship and I_[1]
+
+ O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship,
+ Of a ship that goes a-sailing on the pond;
+ And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about;
+ But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret out
+ How to send my vessel sailing on beyond.
+
+ For I mean to grow as little as the dolly at the helm,
+ And the dolly I intend to come alive;
+ And with him beside to help me, it's a-sailing I shall go,
+ It's a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes blow
+ And the vessel goes a divie-divie-dive.
+
+ O it's then you'll see me sailing through the rushes and the reeds,
+ And you'll hear the water singing at the prow;
+ For beside the dolly sailor, I'm to voyage and explore,
+ To land upon the island where no dolly was before,
+ And to fire the penny cannon in the bow.
+
+ Robert Louis Stevenson.
+
+[Footnote 1: _From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+_The Feast of the Doll_
+
+ In flow'ry Japan, the home of the fan,
+ The land of the parasol,
+ Each month has its feast, from greatest to least,
+ And March is the Feast of the Doll-doll-doll,
+ And March is the Feast of the Doll.
+
+ The wee, slippered maid in gown of brocade,
+ The baby with shaven poll,
+ The little brown lad in embroidery clad,
+ All troop to the Feast of the Doll-doll-doll,
+ All troop to the Feast of the Doll.
+
+ How pleasant 'twould be, 'neath an almond-tree,
+ In sunshine and perfume to loll,
+ Forget our own spring, with its wind and its sting,
+ And sing to the praise of the Doll-doll-doll,
+ And sing to the praise of the Doll.
+
+ Come, sweet Tippytoes, as pink as a rose,
+ And white as a cotton-boll;
+ Let us follow the plan of the folk in Japan,
+ And dance for your Feast, little Doll-doll-doll,
+ And dance for your Feast, little Doll.
+
+ Nora Archibald Smith.
+
+
+_Cuddle Down, Dolly_
+
+ They sent me to bed, dear, so dreadfully early,
+ I hadn't a moment to talk to my girlie;
+ But while Nurse is getting her dinner downstairs,
+ I'll rock you a little and hear you your prayers.
+ _Cuddle down, dolly,_
+ _Cuddle down, dear!_
+ _Here on my shoulder you've nothing to fear._
+ _That's what Mamma sings to me every night,_
+ _Cuddle down, dolly dear, shut your eyes tight!_
+
+ Not comfor'ble dolly?--or why do you fidget?
+ You're hurting my shoulder, you troublesome midget!
+ Perhaps it's that hole that you told me about.
+ Why, darling, your sawdust is trick-ker-ling out!!
+
+ We'll call the good doctor in, right straight away;
+ This can't be neglected a single more day;
+ I'll wet my new hankchif and tie it round tight,
+ 'Twill keep you from suffering pains in the night.
+
+ I hope you've been good, little dolly, to-day,
+ Not cross to your nursie, nor rude in your play;
+ Nor dabbled your feet in those puddles of water
+ The way you did yesterday, bad little daughter!
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Oh, dear! I'm so sleepy--can't hold up my head,
+ I'll sing one more verse, then I'll creep into bed.
+ _Cuddle down, dolly,_
+ _Here on my arm,_
+ _Nothing shall frighten you, nothing shall harm._
+ _Cuddle down sweetly, my little pink rose,_
+ _Good angels come now and guard thy repose._
+
+ Kate Douglas Wiggin.
+
+
+_Playgrounds_
+
+ In summer I am very glad
+ We children are so small,
+ For we can see a thousand things
+ That men can't see at all.
+
+ They don't know much about the moss
+ And all the stones they pass:
+ They never lie and play among
+ The forests in the grass:
+
+ They walk about a long way off;
+ And, when we're at the sea,
+ Let father stoop as best he can
+ He can't find things like me.
+
+ But, when the snow is on the ground
+ And all the puddles freeze,
+ I wish that I were very tall,
+ High up above the trees.
+
+ Laurence Alma Tadema.
+
+
+_Keeping Store_
+
+ We have bags and bags of whitest down
+ Out of the milk-weed pods;
+ We have purple asters in lovely heaps,
+ And stacks of golden-rods--
+
+ We have needles out of the sweet pine woods,
+ And spools of cobweb thread;
+ We have bachelors' buttons for dolly's dress,
+ And hollyhock caps for her head.
+
+ Mary F. Butts.
+
+
+_One and One_[2]
+
+ Two little girls are better than one
+ Two little boys can double the fun,
+ Two little birds can build a fine nest,
+ Two little arms can love mother best.
+ Two little ponies must go to a span;
+ Two little pockets has my little man;
+ Two little eyes to open and close,
+ Two little ears and one little nose,
+ Two little elbows, dimpled and sweet,
+ Two little shoes on two little feet,
+ Two little lips and one little chin,
+ Two little cheeks with a rose shut in;
+ Two little shoulders, chubby and strong,
+ Two little legs running all day long.
+ Two little prayers does my darling say,
+ Twice does he kneel by my side each day,--
+ Two little folded hands, soft and brown,
+ Two little eyelids cast meekly down,--
+ And two little angels guard him in bed,
+ "One at the foot, and one at the head."
+
+ Mary Mapes Dodge.
+
+[Footnote 2: _From "Rhymes and Jingles," copyright, 1874, 1904, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+_A Happy Child_
+
+ My house is red--a little house,
+ A happy child am I,
+ I laugh and play the livelong day,
+ I hardly ever cry.
+
+ I have a tree, a green, green tree,
+ To shade me from the sun;
+ And under it I often sit,
+ When all my work is done.
+
+ My little basket I will take,
+ And trip into the town;
+ When next I'm there I'll buy some cake,
+ And spend my bright half-crown.
+
+ Kate Greenaway.
+
+
+
+
+II
+
+THE PALACE GARDEN
+
+
+_The Garden Year_
+
+ January brings the snow,
+ Makes our feet and fingers glow.
+
+ February brings the rain,
+ Thaws the frozen lake again.
+
+ March brings breezes, loud and shrill,
+ To stir the dancing daffodil.
+
+ April brings the primrose sweet,
+ Scatters daisies at our feet.
+
+ May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
+ Skipping by their fleecy dams.
+
+ June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
+ Fills the children's hands with posies.
+
+ Hot July brings cooling showers,
+ Apricots, and gillyflowers.
+
+ August brings the sheaves of corn,
+ Then the harvest home is borne.
+
+ Warm September brings the fruit;
+ Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
+
+ Fresh October brings the pheasant;
+ Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
+
+ Dull November brings the blast;
+ Then the leaves are whirling fast.
+
+ Chill December brings the sleet,
+ Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Child and the World_
+
+ I see a nest in a green elm-tree
+ With little brown sparrows,--one, two, three!
+ The elm-tree stretches its branches wide,
+ And the nest is soft and warm inside.
+ At morn the sun, so golden bright,
+ Climbs up to fill the world with light;
+ It opens the flowers, it wakens me,
+ And wakens the birdies,--one, two, three.
+ And leaning out of my window high,
+ I look far up at the blue, blue sky,
+ And then far out at the earth so green,
+ And think it the loveliest ever seen,--
+ The loveliest world that ever was seen!
+
+ But by and by, when the sun is low,
+ And birds and babies sleepy grow,
+ I peep again from my window high,
+ And look at the earth and clouds and sky.
+ The night dew falls in silent showers,
+ To cool the hearts of thirsty flowers;
+ The moon comes out,--the slender thing,
+ A crescent yet, but soon a ring,--
+ And brings with her one yellow star;
+ How small it looks, away so far!
+ But soon, in the heaven's shining blue,
+ A thousand twinkle and blink at you,
+ Like a thousand lamps in the sky so blue.
+
+ And hush! a light breeze stirs the tree,
+ And rocks the birdies,--one, two, three.
+ What a beautiful cradle, that soft, warm nest!
+ What a dear little coverlid, mother-bird's breast!
+ She's hugging them close to her, tight, so tight
+ That each downy head is hid from sight;
+ But out from under her sheltering wings
+ Their bright eyes glisten, the darling things!
+ I lean far out from my window's height
+ And say, "Dear, lovely world, good-night!
+ Good-night, dear, pretty, baby moon!
+ Your cradle you'll outgrow quite soon,
+ And then, perhaps, all night you'll shine,
+ A grown-up lady moon, so fine
+ And bright that all the stars
+ Will want to light their lamps from yours.
+ Sleep sweetly, birdies, never fear,
+ For God is always watching near!
+ And you, dear, friendly world above,
+ The same One holds us in His love;
+ Both you so great, and I so small,
+ Are safe,--He sees the sparrows fall,
+ The dear God watcheth over all!"
+
+ Kate Douglas Wiggin.
+
+
+_The Gravel Path_
+
+ Baby mustn't frown,
+ When she tumbles down;
+ If the wind should change--Ah me,
+ What a face her face would be!
+
+ Rub away the dirt,
+ Say she wasn't hurt;
+ What a world 'twould be--O my,
+ If all who fell began to cry!
+
+ Laurence Alma Tadema.
+
+
+_A Dewdrop_
+
+ Little drop of dew,
+ Like a gem you are;
+ I believe that you
+ Must have been a star.
+
+ When the day is bright,
+ On the grass you lie;
+ Tell me then, at night
+ Are you in the sky?
+
+ Frank Dempster Sherman.
+
+
+_Who Has Seen the Wind?_
+
+ Who has seen the wind?
+ Neither I nor you:
+ But when the leaves hang trembling,
+ The wind is passing through.
+
+ Who has seen the wind?
+ Neither you nor I:
+ But when the trees bow down their heads,
+ The wind is passing by.
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti
+
+
+_The Wind's Song_
+
+ O winds that blow across the sea,
+ What is the story that you bring?
+ Leaves clap their hands on every tree
+ And birds about their branches sing.
+
+ You sing to flowers and trees and birds
+ Your sea-songs over all the land.
+ Could you not stay and whisper words
+ A little child might understand?
+
+ The roses nod to hear you sing;
+ But though I listen all the day,
+ You never tell me anything
+ Of father's ship so far away.
+
+ Its masts are taller than the trees;
+ Its sails are silver in the sun;
+ There's not a ship upon the seas
+ So beautiful as father's one.
+
+ With wings spread out it flies so fast
+ It leaves the waves all white with foam.
+ Just whisper to me, blowing past,
+ If you have seen it sailing home.
+
+ I feel your breath upon my cheek,
+ And in my hair, and on my brow.
+ Dear winds, if you could only speak,
+ I know what you would tell me now.
+
+ My father's coming home, you'd say,
+ With precious presents, one, two, three;
+ A shawl for mother, beads for May,
+ And eggs and shells for Rob and me.
+
+ The winds sing songs where'er they roam;
+ The leaves all clap their little hands;
+ For father's ship is coming home
+ With wondrous things from foreign lands.
+
+ Gabriel Setoun.
+
+
+_Who Likes the Rain?_
+
+ "I," said the duck. "I call it fun,
+ For I have my pretty red rubbers on;
+ They make a little three-toed track,
+ In the soft, cool mud,--quack! quack!"
+
+ "I!" cried the dandelion, "I!
+ My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry."
+ And she lifted a towsled yellow head
+ Out of her green and grassy bed.
+
+ "I hope 'twill pour! I hope 'twill pour!"
+ Purred the tree-toad at his gray bark door,
+ "For, with a broad leaf for a roof,
+ I am perfectly weather-proof."
+
+ Sang the brook: "I laugh at every drop,
+ And wish they never need to stop
+ Till a big, big river I grew to be,
+ And could find my way to the sea."
+
+ "I," shouted Ted, "for I can run,
+ With my high-top boots and rain-coat on,
+ Through every puddle and runlet and pool
+ I find on the road to school."
+
+ Clara Doty Bates.
+
+
+_Rain_[3]
+
+ The rain is raining all around,
+ It falls on field and tree,
+ It rains on the umbrellas here,
+ And on the ships at sea.
+
+ Robert Louis Stevenson.
+
+[Footnote 3: _From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by.
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+_Rain in Spring_
+
+ So soft and gentle falls the rain,
+ You cannot hear it on the pane;
+ For if it came in pelting showers,
+ 'Twould hurt the budding leaves and flowers.
+
+ Gabriel Setoun.
+
+
+_Sun and Rain_
+
+ If all were rain and never sun,
+ No bow could span the hill;
+ If all were sun and never rain,
+ There'd be no rainbow still.
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti.
+
+
+_Bees_
+
+ Bees don't care about the snow;
+ I can tell you why that's so:
+
+ Once I caught a little bee
+ Who was much too warm for me.
+
+ Frank Dempster Sherman.
+
+
+_Annie's Garden_
+
+ In little Annie's garden
+ Grew all sorts of posies;
+ There were pinks, and mignonette,
+ And tulips, and roses.
+
+ Sweet peas, and morning glories,
+ A bed of violets blue,
+ And marigolds, and asters,
+ In Annie's garden grew.
+
+ There the bees went for honey,
+ And the humming-birds too;
+ And there the pretty butterflies
+ And the lady-birds flew.
+
+ And there among her flowers,
+ Every bright and pleasant day,
+ In her own pretty garden
+ Little Annie went to play.
+
+ Eliza Lee Follen.
+
+
+_The Daisy_
+
+ I'm a pretty little thing,
+ Always coming with the spring;
+ In the meadows green I'm found,
+ Peeping just above the ground;
+ And my stalk is covered flat
+ With a white and yellow hat.
+ Little lady, when you pass
+ Lightly o'er the tender grass,
+ Skip about, but do not tread
+ On my meek and lowly head;
+ For I always seem to say,
+ Surely winter's gone away.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_Pussy Willow_
+
+ Pussy Willow wakened
+ From her Winter nap,
+ For the frolic Spring Breeze
+ On her door would tap.
+
+ "It is chilly weather
+ Though the sun feels good;
+ I will wrap up warmly;
+ Wear my furry hood."
+
+ Mistress Pussy Willow
+ Opened wide her door;
+ Never had the sunshine
+ Seemed so bright before.
+
+ Never had the brooklet
+ Seemed so full of cheer;
+ "Good morning, Pussy Willow,
+ Welcome to you, dear!"
+
+ Never guest was quainter:--
+ Pussy came to town
+ In a hood of silver gray
+ And a coat of brown.
+
+ Happy little children
+ Cried with laugh and shout,
+ "Spring is coming, coming,
+ Pussy Willow's out."
+
+ Kate L. Brown.
+
+
+_Spring Questions_
+
+ How do the pussy-willows grow?
+ How do the meadow violets blow?
+ How do the brooklet's waters flow?
+ Gold-Locks wants to know.
+
+ Long and gray,
+ The willows sway,
+ And the catkins come the first spring day.
+ Plenty of them
+ On every stem,
+ All dressed in fur,
+ As if they were
+ Prepared to keep the cold away.
+
+ The violets, too,
+ In bonnets blue,
+ And little crooked necks askew,
+ Stand, sweet and small,
+ Where the grass is tall,
+ Content to spy
+ But a bit of sky,
+ Nor ever to know the world at all.
+
+ The waters run
+ In shade and sun,
+ And laugh because the winter's done.
+ Now swift, now slow,
+ The pace they go,
+ Shining between
+ Their banks of green,
+ Whither, they neither care nor know.
+
+ Clara Doty Bates.
+
+
+_Snowdrops_
+
+ Great King Sun is out in the cold,
+ His babies are sleeping, he misses the fun;
+ So he knocks at their door with fingers of gold:
+ "Time to get up," says Great King Sun.
+ Though the garden beds are sprinkled with snow,
+ It's time to get up in the earth below.
+
+ Who wakes first? A pale little maid,
+ All in her nightgown opens the door,
+ Peering round as if half afraid
+ Before she steps out on the wintry floor.
+ All in their nightgowns, snowdrops stand,
+ White little waifs in a lonely land.
+
+ Great King Sun with a smile looks down,--
+ "Where are your sisters? I want them, too!"
+ Each baby is hurrying into her gown,
+ Purple and saffron, orange and blue,
+ Great King Sun gives a louder call,--
+ "Good morning, Papa!" cry the babies all.
+
+ W. Graham Robertson.
+
+
+_A Mystery_
+
+ Flowers from clods of clay and mud!
+ Flowers so bright, and grass so green!
+ Tell me, blade, and leaf, and bud,
+ How it is you're all so clean.
+
+ If my fingers touch these sods,
+ See, they're streaked with sticky earth;
+ Yet you spring from clayey clods,
+ Pure, and fresh, and fair from birth.
+
+ Do you wash yourselves at night,
+ In a bath of diamond dew,
+ That you look so fresh and bright
+ When the morning dawns on you?
+
+ God, perhaps, sends summer showers,
+ When the grass grows grey for rain,
+ To wash the faces of His flowers,
+ And bid His fields be green again.
+
+ Tell me, blade, and leaf, and bud;
+ Flowers so fair, and grass so green,
+ Growing out of clay and mud,
+ How it is you're all so clean.
+
+ Gabriel Setoun.
+
+
+_Meadow Talk_
+
+ "Don't pick all the flowers!" cried Daisy one day
+ To a rosy-cheeked boy who was passing her way;
+ "If you take every one, you will very soon see
+ That when next summer comes, not a bud will there be!"
+
+ "Quite true!" said the Clover,
+ "And over and over
+ I've sung that same song
+ To whoe'er came along."
+
+ Quoth the Buttercup, "I
+ Have not been at all shy
+ In impressing that rule
+ On each child of the school."
+
+ "I've touched the same subject,"
+ Said Timothy Grass.
+ "'Leave just a few flowers!'
+ I beg, as they pass."
+
+ Sighed a shy little Fern,
+ From her home in the shade,
+ "About pulling up roots,
+ What a protest I've made!"
+
+ "The children are heedless!"
+ The Gentian declared,
+ "When my blossom-time comes,
+ Not a bud will be spared."
+
+ "Take courage, sweet neighbor!"
+ The Violet said;
+ And raised in entreaty
+ Her delicate head.
+
+ "The children are thoughtless,
+ I own, in my turn;
+ But if we _all_ teach them,
+ They cannot but learn."
+
+ "The lesson," said the Alders,
+ "Is a simple one, indeed,
+ _Where no root is, blooms no flower,_
+ _Where no flower is, no seed."_
+
+ "'Tis very well said!" chirped the Robin,
+ From the elm tree fluttering down;
+ "If you'll write on your leaves such a lesson,
+ I'll distribute them over the town."
+
+ "Oh, write it, dear Alders!" the Innocents cried,
+ Their pretty eyes tearfully blue;
+ "You are older than we are; you're strong and you're wise--
+ There's none but would listen to you!"
+
+ But, ah! the Alders could not write;
+ And though the Robin knew
+ The art as well as any bird--
+ Or so he said--he flew
+ Straight up the hill and far away,
+ Remarking as he went,
+ He had a business errand
+ And was not on pleasure bent.
+
+ Did the children learn the lesson,
+ Though 'twas never written down?
+ We shall know when, gay and blithesome,
+ Lady Summer comes to town.
+
+ Nora Archibald Smith.
+
+
+_Twenty Froggies_
+
+ Twenty froggies went to school
+ Down beside a rushy pool.
+ Twenty little coats of green,
+ Twenty vests all white and clean.
+
+ "We must be in time," said they,
+ "First we study, then we play;
+ That is how we keep the rule,
+ When we froggies go to school."
+
+ Master Bull-frog, brave and stern,
+ Called his classes in their turn,
+ Taught them how to nobly strive,
+ Also how to leap and dive;
+
+ Taught them how to dodge a blow,
+ From the sticks that bad boys throw.
+ Twenty froggies grew up fast,
+ Bull-frogs they became at last;
+
+ Polished in a high degree,
+ As each froggie ought to be,
+ Now they sit on other logs,
+ Teaching other little frogs.
+
+ George Cooper.
+
+
+_The Snail_
+
+ The Snail he lives in his hard round house,
+ In the orchard, under the tree:
+ Says he, "I have but a single room;
+ But it's large enough for me."
+
+ The Snail in his little house doth dwell
+ All the week from end to end,
+ You're at home, Master Snail; that's all very well,
+ But you never receive a friend.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Worm_
+
+ No, little worm, you need not slip
+ Into your hole, with such a skip;
+ Drawing the gravel as you glide
+ On to your smooth and slimy side.
+ I'm not a crow, poor worm, not I,
+ Peeping about your holes to spy,
+ And fly away with you in air,
+ To give my young ones each a share.
+ No, and I'm not a rolling-stone,
+ Creaking along with hollow groan;
+
+ Nor am I of the naughty crew,
+ Who don't care what poor worms go through,
+ But trample on them as they lie,
+ Rather than pass them gently by;
+ Or keep them dangling on a hook,
+ Choked in a dismal pond or brook,
+ Till some poor fish comes swimming past,
+ And finishes their pain at last.
+
+ For my part, I could never bear
+ Your tender flesh to hack and tear,
+ Forgetting that poor worms endure
+ As much as I should, to be sure,
+ If any giant should come and jump
+ On to my back, and kill me plump,
+ Or run my heart through with a scythe,
+ And think it fun to see me writhe!
+
+ O no, I'm only looking about,
+ To see you wriggle in and out,
+ And drawing together your slimy rings,
+ Instead of feet, like other things:
+ So, little worm, don't slide and slip
+ Into your hole, with such a skip.
+
+ Ann Taylor.
+
+
+_The City Mouse and the Garden Mouse_
+
+ The city mouse lives in a house;--
+ The garden mouse lives in a bower,
+ He's friendly with the frogs and toads,
+ And sees the pretty plants in flower.
+
+ The city mouse eats bread and cheese;--
+ The garden mouse eats what he can;
+ We will not grudge him seeds and stocks,
+ Poor little timid furry man.
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti.
+
+
+_The Robin to His Mate_
+
+ Said Robin to his pretty mate,
+ "Bring here a little hay;
+ Lay here a stick and there a straw,
+ And bring a little clay.
+
+ "And we will build a little nest,
+ Wherein you soon shall lay
+ Your little eggs, so smooth, so blue;
+ Come, let us work away.
+
+ "And you shall keep them very warm;
+ And only think, my dear,
+ 'Twill not be long before we see
+ Four little robins here.
+
+ "They'll open wide their yellow mouths,
+ And we will feed them well;
+ For we shall love the little dears,
+ Oh, more than I can tell!
+
+ "And while the sun is shining warm
+ Up in the summer sky,
+ I'll sit and sing to them and you,
+ Up in the branches high.
+
+ "And all night long, my love, you'll sit
+ Upon the pretty nest,
+ And keep the little robins warm
+ Beneath your downy breast."
+
+ Mrs. Carter.
+
+
+_The Brown Thrush_
+
+ There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree.
+ He's singing to me! He's singing to me!
+ And what does he say, little girl, little boy?
+ "Oh, the world's running over with joy!
+ Don't you hear? Don't you see?
+ Hush! Look! In my tree,
+ I'm as happy as happy can be!"
+
+ And the brown thrush keeps singing, "A nest do you see
+ And five eggs, hid by me in the juniper tree?
+ Don't meddle! Don't touch! little girl, little boy,
+ Or the world will lose some of its joy!
+ Now I'm glad! now I'm free!
+ And I always shall be,
+ If you never bring sorrow to me."
+
+ So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree,
+ To you and to me, to you and to me;
+ And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy,
+ "Oh, the world's running over with joy!
+ But long it won't be,
+ Don't you know? Don't you see?
+ Unless we're as good as can be."
+
+ Lucy Larcom.
+
+
+_The Little Doves_
+
+ High on the top of an old pine-tree,
+ Broods a mother dove with her young ones three;
+ Warm over them is her soft downy breast,
+ And they sing so sweetly in their nest:
+ "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,
+ All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
+
+ Soundly they sleep through the moonshiny night,
+ Each young one covered and tucked in tight;
+ Morn wakes them up with the first blush of light,
+ And they sing to each other with all their might:
+ "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,
+ All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
+
+ When in the nest they are all left alone,
+ While their mother dear for their food has flown,
+ Quiet and gentle they all remain,
+ Till their mother they see come home again:
+ Then "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,
+ All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
+
+ When they are fed by their tender mother,
+ One never will push nor crowd another:
+ Each opens widely his own little bill,
+ And he patiently waits, and gets his fill:
+ Then "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,
+ All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
+
+ Wisely the mother begins, by and by,
+ To make her young ones learn to fly;
+ Just for a little way over the brink,
+ Then back to the nest as quick as a wink:
+ And "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,
+ All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
+
+ Fast grow the young ones, day and night,
+ Till their wings are plumed for a longer flight;
+ Till unto them at the last draws nigh
+ The time when they all must say good-by:
+ Then "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo," says she,
+ And away they fly from the old pine-tree.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Other Side of the Sky_
+
+ A pool in a garden green,
+ And the sky hung over all;
+ Down to the water we lean--
+ What if I let you fall?
+
+ A little splash and a cry,
+ A little gap in the blue,
+ And you'd fall right into the sky--
+ Into the sky--and through.
+
+ What do you think they'd think?
+ How do you think they'd greet
+ A little wet baby in pink
+ Tumbling down at their feet?
+
+ I wonder if they'd be shy,
+ Those folk of the Far Away:
+ On the other side of the Sky,
+ Do you think you'd be asked to stay?
+
+ I think they would say--"No, no"
+ (Peeping down through a crack),
+ "For they seem to want her below,
+ And so we must send her back."
+
+ W. Graham Robertson.
+
+
+_The Happy World_
+
+ The bee is a rover;
+ The brown bee is gay;
+ To feed on the clover,
+ He passes this way.
+ Brown bee, humming over,
+ What is it you say?
+ "The world is so happy--so happy to-day!"
+
+ The martens have nested
+ All under the eaves;
+ The field-mice have jested
+ And played in the sheaves;
+ We have played, too, and rested,
+ And none of us grieves,
+ All over the wide world, who is it that grieves?
+
+ William Brighty Rands.
+
+
+_Come, Little Leaves_
+
+ "Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.
+ "Come over the meadows with me and play;
+ Put on your dresses of red and gold,
+ For summer is gone and the days grow cold."
+
+ Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
+ Down they came fluttering, one and all;
+ Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
+ Singing the sweet little song they knew.
+
+ "Cricket, good-by, we've been friends so long,
+ Little brook, sing us your farewell song;
+ Say you are sorry to see us go;
+ All, you will miss us, right well we know.
+
+ "Dear little lambs in your fleecy fold,
+ Mother will keep you from harm and cold;
+ Fondly we watched you in vale and glade,
+ Say, will you dream of our loving shade?"
+
+ Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went,
+ Winter had called them, and they were content;
+ Soon, fast asleep in their earthy beds,
+ The snow laid a coverlid over their heads.
+
+ George Cooper.
+
+
+_Little Jack Frost_
+
+ Little Jack Frost went up the hill,
+ Watching the stars and the moon so still,
+ Watching the stars and the moon so bright,
+ And laughing aloud with all his might.
+ Little Jack Frost ran down the hill,
+ Late in the night when the winds were still,
+ Late in the fall when the leaves fell down,
+ Red and yellow and faded brown.
+
+ Little Jack Frost walked through the trees,
+ "Ah," sighed the flowers, "we freeze, we freeze."
+ "Ah," sighed the grasses, "we die, we die."
+ Said Little Jack Frost, "Good-by, Good-by."
+ Little Jack Frost tripped 'round and 'round,
+ Spreading white snow on the frozen ground,
+ Nipping the breezes, icing the streams,
+ Chilling the warmth of the sun's bright beams.
+
+ But when Dame Nature brought back the spring,
+ Brought back the birds to chirp and sing,
+ Melted the snow and warmed the sky,
+ Little Jack Frost went pouting by.
+ The flowers opened their eyes of blue,
+ Green buds peeped out and grasses grew;
+ It was so warm and scorched him so,
+ Little Jack Frost was glad to go.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Snow-Bird's Song_.
+
+ The ground was all covered with snow one day,
+ And two little sisters were busy at play,
+ When a snow-bird was sitting close by on a tree,
+ And merrily singing his chick-a-de-dee,
+ Chick-a-de-dee, chick-a-de-dee,
+ And merrily singing his chick-a-de-dee.
+
+ He had not been singing that tune very long
+ Ere Emily heard him, so loud was his song;
+ "Oh, sister, look out of the window," said she;
+ "Here's a dear little bird singing chick-a-de-dee,
+ Chick-a-de-dee, etc.
+
+ "Oh, mother, do get him some stockings and shoes,
+ And a nice little frock, and a hat, if he choose;
+ I wish he'd come into the parlor and see
+ How warm we would make him, poor chick-a-de-dee,
+ Chick-a-de-dee," etc.
+
+ "There is One, my dear child, though I cannot tell who,
+ Has clothed me already, and warm enough too.
+ Good-morning! Oh, who are as happy as we?"
+ And away he went singing his chick-a-de-dee.
+ Chick-a-de-dee, etc.
+
+ F. C. Woodworth.
+
+
+_Snow_
+
+ O come to the garden, dear brother, and see,
+ What mischief was done in the night;
+ The snow has quite covered the nice apple-tree,
+ And the bushes are sprinkled with white.
+
+ The spring in the grove is beginning to freeze,
+ The pond is hard frozen all o'er;
+ Long icicles hang in bright rows from the trees,
+ And drop in odd shapes from the door.
+
+ The old mossy thatch, and the meadows so green,
+ Are covered all over with white;
+ The snowdrop and crocus no more can be seen,
+ The thick snow has covered them quite.
+
+ And see the poor birds how they fly to and fro,
+ They're come for their breakfast again;
+ But the little worms all are hid under the snow,
+ They hop about chirping in vain.
+
+ Then open the window, I'll throw them some bread,
+ I've some of my breakfast to spare:
+ I wish they would come to my hand to be fed,
+ But they're all flown away, I declare.
+
+ Nay, now, pretty birds, don't be frightened, I pray,
+ You shall not be hurt, I'll engage;
+ I'm not come to catch you and force you away,
+ And fasten you up in a cage.
+
+ I wish you could know you've no cause for alarm,
+ From me you have nothing to fear;
+ Why, my little fingers could do you no harm,
+ Although you came ever so near.
+
+ Jane Taylor.
+
+
+
+
+III
+
+THE PALACE PETS
+
+
+_The Cow_[4]
+
+ The friendly cow all red and white,
+ I love with all my heart:
+ She gives me cream with all her might,
+ To eat with apple-tart.
+
+ She wanders lowing here and there,
+ And yet she cannot stray,
+ All in the pleasant open air,
+ The pleasant light of day;
+
+ And blown by all the winds that pass
+ And wet with all the showers,
+ She walks among the meadow grass
+ And eats the meadow flowers.
+
+ Robert Louis Stevenson.
+
+[Footnote 4: _From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+_The Good Moolly Cow_
+
+ Come! supper is ready;
+ Come! boys and girls, now,
+ For here is fresh milk
+ From the good moolly cow.
+
+ Have done with your fife,
+ And your row de dow dow,
+ And taste this sweet milk
+ From the good moolly cow.
+
+ Whoever is fretting
+ Must clear up his brow,
+ Or he'll have no milk
+ From the good moolly cow.
+
+ And here is Miss Pussy;
+ She means by _mee-ow_,
+ Give me, too, some milk
+ From the good moolly cow.
+
+ When children are hungry,
+ O, who can tell how
+ They love the fresh milk
+ From the good moolly cow!
+
+ So, when you meet moolly,
+ Just say, with a bow,
+ "Thank you for your milk,
+ Mrs. Good Moolly Cow."
+
+ Eliza Lee Follen.
+
+
+_The Cow_
+
+ "Pretty Moo-cow, will you tell
+ Why you like the fields so well?
+ You never pluck the daisies white,
+ Nor look up to the sky so bright;
+ So tell me, Moo-cow, tell me true,
+ Are you happy when you moo?"
+
+ "I do not pluck the daisies white;
+ I care not for the sky so bright;
+ But all day long I lie and eat
+ Pleasant grass, so fresh and sweet,--
+ Grass that makes nice milk for you;
+ So I am happy when I moo."
+
+ Mrs. Motherly.
+
+
+_Bossy and the Daisy_
+
+ Right up into Bossy's eyes,
+ Looked the Daisy, boldly,
+ But, alas! to his surprise,
+ Bossy ate him, coldly!
+
+ Listen! Daisies in the fields,
+ Hide away from Bossy!
+ Daisies make the milk she yields,
+ And her coat grow glossy.
+
+ So, each day, she tries to find
+ Daisies nodding sweetly,
+ And although it's most unkind,
+ Bites their heads off, neatly!
+
+ Margaret Deland.
+
+
+_The Clucking Hen_
+
+ "Will you take a walk with me,
+ My little wife, to-day?
+ There's barley in the barley-field,
+ And hay-seed in the hay."
+
+ "Thank you," said the clucking hen;
+ "I've something else to do;
+ I'm busy sitting on my eggs,
+ I cannot walk with you."
+
+ "Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck,"
+ Said the clucking hen;
+ "My little chicks will soon be hatched,
+ I'll think about it then."
+
+ The clucking hen sat on her nest,
+ She made it in the hay;
+ And warm and snug beneath her breast,
+ A dozen white eggs lay.
+
+ Crack, crack, went all the eggs,
+ Out dropt the chickens small!
+ "Cluck," said the clucking hen,
+ "Now I have you all."
+
+ "Come along, my little chicks,
+ I'll take a walk with _you_."
+ "Hollo!" said the barn-door cock,
+ "Cock-a-doodle-do!"
+
+ Aunt Effie's Rhymes.
+
+
+_Chickens in Trouble_
+
+ "O mother, mother! I'm so cold!"
+ One little chicken grumbled.
+ "And, mother!" cried a second chick,
+ "Against a stone I've stumbled."
+
+ "And oh! I am so sleepy now,"
+ Another chick was moaning;
+ While chicken fourth of tired wings,
+ Kept up a constant groaning.
+
+ "And, mother! I have such a pain!"
+ Peeped out the chicken baby;
+ "That yellow meal did taste so good,
+ I've eaten too much, may be."
+
+ "And there's a black, black cloud up there,"
+ Cried all in fear and wonder;
+ "O mother dear, do spread your wings
+ And let us all creep under."
+
+ "There, there, my little dears, come here;
+ Your cries are quite distressing,"
+ The mother called, and spread her wings
+ For comfort and caressing.
+
+ And soon beneath her feathers warm,
+ The little chicks were huddled;
+ "I know what ailed you all," she said,
+ "You wanted to be cuddled."
+
+ And as they nestled cosily
+ And hushed their weak complaining,
+ She told them that the black, black cloud
+ Was quite too small for raining.
+
+ And one by one they all were soothed,
+ And out again went straying,
+ Until five happy little chicks
+ Were in the farmyard playing.
+
+ Emilie Poulsson.
+
+ _From the Norwegian._
+
+
+_The Funniest Thing in the World_[5]
+
+ The funniest thing in the world, I know,
+ Is watchin' the monkeys 'at's in the show!--
+ Jumpin' an' runnin' an' racin' roun',
+ 'Way up the top o' the pole; nen down!
+ First they're here, an' nen they're there,
+ An' ist a'most any an' ever'where!--
+ Screechin' an' scratchin' wherever they go,
+ They're the funniest thing in the world, I know!
+
+ They're the funniest thing in the world, I think:--
+ Funny to watch 'em eat an' drink;
+ Funny to watch 'em a-watchin' us,
+ An' actin' 'most like grown folks does!--
+ Funny to watch 'em p'tend to be
+ Skeerd at their tail 'at they happen to see;--
+ But the funniest thing in the world they do
+ Is never to laugh, like me an' you!
+
+ James Whitcomb Riley.
+
+[Footnote 5: _From "Rhymes of Childhood," copyright 1902, used by
+special permission of the publishers, The Bobbs-Merrill Company._]
+
+
+_The Orphan's Song_
+
+ I had a little bird,
+ I took it from the nest;
+ I prest it and blest it,
+ And nurst it in my breast.
+
+ I set it on the ground,
+ Danced round and round,
+ And sang about it so cheerly,
+ With "Hey, my little bird,
+ And ho! my little bird,
+ And oh! but I love thee dearly!"
+
+ I make a little feast
+ Of food soft and sweet,
+ I hold it in my breast,
+ And coax it to eat;
+
+ I pit, and I pat,
+ I call this and that,
+ And I sing about so cheerly,
+ With "Hey, my little bird,
+ And ho! my little bird,
+ And ho! but I love thee dearly!"
+
+ Sydney Dobell.
+
+
+_The Darling Birds_
+
+ The darling birds are warm;
+ Yes, feather on feather,
+ All close together,
+ The darling birds are warm.
+ They care not whether
+ 'Tis stormy weather,
+
+ For they are safe from harm.
+ With feather on feather,
+ Tho' 'tis stormy weather,
+ The darling birds are warm.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Lamb_
+
+ Now, Lamb, no longer naughty be,
+ Be good and homewards come with me,
+ Or else upon another day
+ You shall not with the daisies play.
+
+ Did we not bring you, for a treat,
+ In the green grass to frisk your feet?
+ And when we must go home again
+ You pull your ribbon and complain.
+
+ So, little Lamb, be good once more,
+ And give your naughty tempers o'er.
+ Then you again shall dine and sup
+ On daisy white and buttercup.
+
+ Kate Greenaway.
+
+
+_Four Pets_
+
+ Pussy has a whiskered face,
+ Kitty has such pretty ways,
+ Doggie scampers when I call,
+ And has a heart to love us all.
+
+ The dog lies in his kennel,
+ And Puss purrs on the rug,
+ And baby perches on my knee
+ For me to love and hug.
+
+ Pat the dog and stroke the cat,
+ Each in its degree;
+ And cuddle and kiss my baby,
+ And baby dear kiss me.
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti.
+
+
+_A Puppy's Problem_
+
+ When Midget was a puppy,
+ And to the farm was brought,
+ She found that there were many things
+ A puppy must be taught.
+
+ Her mother oft had told her
+ The first thing to be known
+ Was how to gnaw and bite, and thus
+ Enjoy a toothsome bone.
+
+ So Midget practiced biting
+ On everything around,
+ But that was not approved at all,
+ To her surprise, she found.
+
+ The farmer spoke severely,
+ Till Midget shook with fright;
+ The children shouted "No, no, no!
+ Bad Midget! Mustn't bite!"
+
+ 'Twas just the same with barking;
+ At first they all said "Hark!"
+ Whenever Midget tried her voice;
+ "Good puppy! that's it! Bark!"
+
+ But then, as soon as Midget
+ Could sound a sharp "Bow-wow!"
+ Alas! the talk was changed to "Hush!
+ Such noise we can't allow."
+
+ Now wasn't that a puzzle?
+ It seemed a problem dark,
+ That it was right and wrong to bite
+ And right and wrong to bark.
+
+ A puppy's hardest lesson
+ Is when to bark and bite;
+ But Midget learned it, and became
+ A comfort and delight.
+
+ Emilie Poulsson.
+
+
+_I Like Little Pussy_
+
+ I like little Pussy,
+ Her coat is so warm;
+ And if I don't hurt her
+ She'll do me no harm.
+ So I'll not pull her tail,
+ Nor drive her away,
+ But Pussy and I
+ Very gently will play;
+ She shall sit by my side,
+ And I'll give her some food;
+ And she'll love me because
+ I am gentle and good.
+
+ I'll pat little Pussy,
+ And then she will purr,
+ And thus show her thanks
+ For my kindness to her;
+ I'll not pinch her ears,
+ Nor tread on her paw,
+ Lest I should provoke her
+ To use her sharp claw;
+ I never will vex her,
+ Nor make her displeased,
+ For Pussy can't bear
+ To be worried or teased.
+
+ Jane Taylor.
+
+
+
+
+IV
+
+THE PALACE JEST-BOOK
+
+
+_The Owl and the Eel and the Warming-Pan_
+
+ The owl and the eel and the warming-pan,
+ They went to call on the soap-fat man.
+ The soap-fat man he was not within:
+ He'd gone for a ride on his rolling-pin.
+ So they all came back by the way of the town,
+ And turned the meeting-house upside down.
+
+ Laura E. Richards.
+
+
+_The Fastidious Serpent_
+
+ There was a snake that dwelt in Skye,
+ Over the misty sea, oh;
+ He liv'd upon nothing but gooseberry-pie
+ For breakfast, dinner, and tea, oh.
+
+ Now gooseberry-pie--as is very well known--
+ Over the misty sea, oh,
+ Is not to be found under every stone,
+ Nor yet upon every tree, oh.
+
+ And being so ill to please with his meat,
+ Over the misty sea, oh,
+ The snake had sometimes nothing to eat,
+ And an angry snake was he, oh.
+
+ Then he'd flick his tongue and his head he'd shake,
+ Over the misty sea, oh,
+ Crying, "Gooseberry-pie! For goodness' sake
+ Some gooseberry-pie for me, oh!"
+
+ And if gooseberry-pie was not to be had,
+ Over the misty sea, oh,
+ He'd twine and twist like an eel gone mad,
+ Or a worm just stung by a bee, oh.
+
+ But though he might shout and wriggle about,
+ Over the misty sea, oh,
+ The snake had often to go without
+ His breakfast, dinner, and tea, oh.
+
+ Henry Johnstone.
+
+
+_Snake Story_
+
+ There was a little Serpent and he wouldn't go to school--
+ Oh, what a naughty little Snake!
+ He grinn'd and put his tongue out when they said it was the rule--
+ Ah, what a naughty face to make.
+
+ He wriggled off behind a stone and hid himself from sight--
+ Oh, what a naughty thing to do!
+ And went to sleep as if it were the middle of the night--
+ I wouldn't do like that, would you?
+
+ He dreamt of stealing linties' eggs and sucking them quite dry--
+ Oh, what a greedy thing to dream!
+ And then he dreamt that he had wings and knew the way to fly--
+ Ah, what a pleasure that would seem!
+
+ By came a collie dog and said, "What have we here?
+ Oh, it's a horrid little Snake!"
+ He bark'd at him and woke him up and fill'd him full of fear--
+ Ah, how his heart began to quake!
+
+ How the Serpent got away he really didn't know--
+ Oh, what a dreadful fright he got!
+ But he hurried all the way to school as hard as he could go,
+ Dusty and terrified and hot.
+
+ As into school he wriggled, they were putting books away--
+ "Oh," says the master, "is it you?
+ Stand upon that stool, sir, while the others go to play;
+ That's what a truant has to do."
+
+ Henry Johnstone.
+
+
+_The Melancholy Pig_
+
+ There was a Pig, that sat alone,
+ Beside a ruined Pump.
+ By day and night he made his moan:
+ It would have stirred a heart of stone
+ To see him wring his hoofs and groan,
+ Because he could not jump.
+
+ Lewis Carroll.
+
+
+_Hospitality_
+
+ Said a Snake to a Frog with a wrinkled skin,
+ "As I notice, dear, that your dress is thin,
+ And a rain is coming, I'll take you in."
+
+ John B. Tabb.
+
+
+_Lost_
+
+ "_Lock the dairy door!_" Oh, hark, the cock is crowing proudly!
+ "_Lock the dairy door!_" and all the hens are cackling loudly:
+ "_Chickle, chackle, chee,_" they cry; "_we haven't got the key,_"
+ they cry;
+ "_Chickle, chackle, chee! Oh, dear, wherever can it be!_" they cry.
+
+ Up and down the garden walks where all the flowers are blowing,
+ Out about the golden fields where tall the wheat is growing,
+ Through the barn and up the road they cackle and they chatter:
+ Cry the children, "Hear the hens! Why, what can be the matter?"
+
+ What scraping and what scratching, what bristling and what hustling;
+ The cock stands on the fence, the wind his ruddy plumage rustling;
+ Like a soldier grand he stands, and like a trumpet glorious
+ Sounds his shout both far and near, imperious and victorious.
+
+ But to partlets down below, who cannot find the key, they hear,
+ "_Lock the dairy door!_" That's all his challenge says to them,
+ my dear.
+ Why they had it, how they lost it, must remain a mystery;
+ I that tell you, never heard the first part of the history.
+
+ But if you will listen, dear, next time the cock crows proudly,
+ "_Lock the dairy door!_" you'll hear him tell the biddies loudly:
+ "_Chickle, chackle, chee,_" they cry; "_we haven't got the key!_"
+ they cry;
+ "_Chickle, chackle, chee! Oh, dear, wherever can it be!_" they cry.
+
+ Celia Thaxter.
+
+
+_Extremes_[6]
+
+I
+
+ A little boy once played so loud
+ That the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud,
+ Said, "Since _I_ can't be heard, why, then,
+ I'll never, never thunder again!"
+
+II
+
+ And a little girl once kept so still
+ That she heard a fly on the window-sill
+ Whisper and say to a lady-bird,--
+ "She's the stilliest child I ever heard!"
+
+ James Whitcomb Riley.
+
+[Footnote 6: _From "The Book of Joyous Children," copyright 1902, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+_The Dream of a Girl Who Lived at Seven-Oaks_
+
+ Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree;
+ Seven swift sailing-ships white upon the sea;
+ Seven bright weather-cocks shining in the sun;
+ Seven slim race-horses ready for a run;
+ Seven gold butterflies, flitting overhead;
+ Seven red roses blowing in a garden bed;
+ Seven white lilies, with honey bees inside them;
+ Seven round rainbows with clouds to divide them;
+ Seven pretty little girls with sugar on their lips;
+ Seven witty little boys, whom everybody tips;
+ Seven nice fathers, to call little maids joys;
+ Seven nice mothers, to kiss the little boys;
+ Seven nights running I dreamt it all plain;
+ With bread and jam for supper I could dream it all again!
+
+ William Brighty Rands.
+
+
+_The Dream of a Boy Who Lived at Nine-Elms_
+
+ Nine grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns;
+ Nine bakers' baskets, with hot-cross buns;
+ Nine brown elephants, standing in a row;
+ Nine new velocipedes, good ones to go;
+ Nine knickerbocker suits, with buttons all complete;
+ Nine pair of skates with straps for the feet;
+ Nine clever conjurors eating hot coals;
+ Nine sturdy mountaineers leaping on their poles;
+ Nine little drummer-boys beating on their drums;
+ Nine fat aldermen sitting on their thumbs;
+ Nine new knockers to our front door;
+ Nine new neighbours that I never saw before;
+ Nine times running I dreamt it all plain;
+ With bread and cheese for supper I could dream it all again!
+
+ William Brighty Rands.
+
+
+_A Little Boy's Pocket_
+
+ Do you know what's in my pottet?
+ Such a lot of treasures in it!
+ Listen now while I bedin it:
+ Such a lot of sings it holds,
+ And everysin dats in my pottet,
+ And when, and where, and how I dot it.
+ First of all, here's in my pottet
+ A beauty shell, I pit'd it up:
+ And here's the handle of a tup
+ That somebody has broked at tea;
+ The shell's a hole in it, you see:
+ Nobody knows dat I dot it,
+ I teep it safe here in my pottet.
+ And here's my ball too in my pottet,
+ And here's my pennies, one, two, free,
+ That Aunty Mary dave to me,
+ To-morrow day I'll buy a spade,
+ When I'm out walking with the maid;
+ I tant put that here in my pottet!
+ But I can use it when I've dot it.
+ Here's some more sings in my pottet,
+ Here's my lead, and here's my string;
+ And once I had an iron ring,
+ But through a hole it lost one day,
+ And this is what I always say--
+ A hole's the worst sing in a pottet,
+ Be sure and mend it when you've dot it.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_A. Apple Pie_
+
+ a
+
+ A was once an apple-pie,
+ Pidy,
+ Widy,
+ Tidy,
+ Pidy,
+ Nice insidy,
+ Apple-pie!
+
+ b
+
+ B was once a little bear,
+ Beary,
+ Wary,
+ Hairy,
+ Beary,
+ Taky caky,
+ Little bear!
+
+ c
+
+ C was once a little cake,
+ Caky,
+ Baky,
+ Maky,
+ Caky,
+ Taky caky,
+ Little cake!
+
+ d
+
+ D was once a little doll,
+ Dolly,
+ Molly,
+ Polly,
+ Nolly,
+ Nursy dolly,
+ Little doll!
+
+ e
+
+ E was once a little eel,
+ Eely,
+ Weely,
+ Peely,
+ Eely,
+ Twirly, tweely,
+ Little eel!
+
+ f
+
+ F was once a little fish,
+ Fishy,
+ Wishy,
+ Squishy,
+ Fishy,
+ In a dishy,
+ Little fish!
+
+ g
+
+ G was once a little goose,
+ Goosy,
+ Moosy,
+ Boosey,
+ Goosey,
+ Waddly-woosy,
+ Little goose!
+
+ h
+
+ H was once a little hen,
+ Henny,
+ Chenny,
+ Tenny,
+ Henny,
+ Eggsy-any,
+ Little hen?
+
+ i
+
+ I was once a bottle of ink,
+ Inky,
+ Dinky,
+ Thinky,
+ Inky,
+ Blacky minky,
+ Bottle of ink!
+
+ j
+
+ J was once a jar of jam,
+ Jammy,
+ Mammy,
+ Clammy,
+ Jammy,
+ Sweety, swammy,
+ Jar of jam!
+
+ k
+
+ K was once a little kite,
+ Kity,
+ Whity,
+ Flighty,
+ Kity,
+ Out of sighty,
+ Little kite!
+
+ l
+
+ L was once a little lark,
+ Larky,
+ Marky,
+ Harky,
+ Larky,
+ In the parky,
+ Little lark!
+
+ m
+
+ M was once a little mouse,
+ Mousy,
+ Bousy,
+ Sousy,
+ Mousy,
+ In the housy,
+ Little mouse!
+
+ n
+
+ N was once a little needle,
+ Needly,
+ Tweedly,
+ Threedly,
+ Needly,
+ Wisky, wheedly,
+ Little needle!
+
+ o
+
+ O was once a little owl,
+ Owly,
+ Prowly,
+ Howly,
+ Owly,
+ Browny fowly,
+ Little owl!
+
+ p
+
+ P was once a little pump,
+ Pumpy,
+ Slumpy,
+ Flumpy,
+ Pumpy,
+ Dumpy, thumpy,
+ Little pump!
+
+ q
+
+ Q was once a little quail,
+ Quaily,
+ Faily,
+ Daily,
+ Quaily,
+ Stumpy-taily,
+ Little quail!
+
+ r
+
+ R was once a little rose,
+ Rosy,
+ Posy,
+ Nosy,
+ Rosy,
+ Blows-y, grows-y,
+ Little rose!
+
+ s
+
+ S was once a little shrimp,
+ Shrimpy,
+ Nimpy,
+ Flimpy,
+ Shrimpy,
+ Jumpy, jimpy,
+ Little shrimp!
+
+ t
+
+ T was once a little thrush,
+ Thrushy,
+ Hushy,
+ Bushy,
+ Thrushy,
+ Flitty, flushy,
+ Little thrush!
+
+ u
+
+ U was once a little urn,
+ Urny,
+ Burny,
+ Turny,
+ Urny,
+ Bubbly, burny,
+ Little urn!
+
+ v
+
+ V was once a little vine,
+ Viny,
+ Winy,
+ Twiny,
+ Viny,
+ Twisty-twiny,
+ Little vine!
+
+ w
+
+ W was once a whale,
+ Whaly,
+ Scaly,
+ Shaly,
+ Whaly,
+ Tumbly-taily,
+ Mighty whale!
+
+ x
+
+ X was once a great king Xerxes,
+ Xerxy,
+ Perxy,
+ Turxy,
+ Xerxy,
+ Linxy, lurxy,
+ Great King Xerxes!
+
+ y
+
+ Y was once a little yew,
+ Yewdy,
+ Fewdy,
+ Crudy,
+ Yewdy,
+ Growdy, grewdy,
+ Little yew!
+
+ z
+
+ Z was once a piece of zinc,
+ Tinky,
+ Winky,
+ Blinky,
+ Tinky,
+ Tinkly minky,
+ Piece of zinc!
+
+ Edward Lear.
+
+
+_A was an Ant_
+
+ A was an ant
+ Who seldom stood still,
+ And who made a nice house
+ In the side of a hill.
+ a
+ Nice little ant!
+
+ B was a book
+ With a binding of blue,
+ And pictures and stories
+ For me and for you.
+ b
+ Nice little book!
+
+ C was a cat
+ Who ran after a rat;
+ But his courage did fail
+ When she seized on his tail.
+ c
+ Crafty old cat!
+
+ D was a duck
+ With spots on his back,
+ Who lived in the water,
+ And always said "Quack!"
+ d
+ Dear little duck!
+
+ E was an elephant,
+ Stately and wise:
+ He had tusks and a trunk,
+ And two queer little eyes.
+ e
+ Oh, what funny small eyes!
+
+ F was a fish
+ Who was caught in a net;
+ But he got out again,
+ And is quite alive yet.
+ f
+ Lively young fish!
+
+ G was a goat
+ Who was spotted with brown:
+ When he did not lie still
+ He walked up and down.
+ g
+ Good little goat!
+
+ H was a hat
+ Which was all on one side;
+ Its crown was too high,
+ And its brim was too wide.
+ h
+ Oh, what a hat!
+
+ I was some ice
+ So white and so nice,
+ But which nobody tasted;
+ And so it was wasted.
+ i
+ All that good ice!
+
+ J was a jackdaw
+ Who hopped up and down
+ In the principal street
+ Of a neighboring town.
+ j
+ All through the town!
+
+ K was a kite
+ Which flew out of sight,
+ Above houses so high,
+ Quite into the sky.
+ k
+ Fly away, kite!
+
+ L was a light
+ Which burned all the night,
+ And lighted the gloom
+ Of a very dark room.
+ l
+ Useful nice light!
+
+ M was a mill
+ Which stood on a hill,
+ And turned round and round
+ With a loud hummy sound.
+ m
+ Useful old mill!
+
+ N was a net
+ Which was thrown in the sea
+ To catch fish for dinner
+ For you and for me.
+ n
+ Nice little net!
+
+ O was an orange
+ So yellow and round:
+ When it fell off the tree,
+ It fell down to the ground.
+ o
+ Down to the ground!
+
+ P was a pig,
+ Who was not very big;
+ But his tail was too curly,
+ And that made him surly.
+ p
+ Cross little pig!
+
+ Q was a quail
+ With a very short tail;
+ And he fed upon corn
+ In the evening and morn.
+ q
+ Quaint little quail!
+
+ R was a rabbit,
+ Who had a bad habit
+ Of eating the flowers
+ In gardens and bowers.
+ r
+ Naughty fat rabbit!
+
+ S was the sugar-tongs,
+ Nippity-nee,
+ To take up the sugar
+ To put in our tea.
+ s
+ Nippity-nee!
+
+ T was a tortoise,
+ All yellow and black:
+ He walked slowly away,
+ And he never came back.
+ t
+ Torty never came back!
+
+ U was an urn
+ All polished and bright,
+ And full of hot water
+ At noon and at night.
+ u
+ Useful old urn!
+
+ V was a villa
+ Which stood on a hill,
+ By the side of a river,
+ And close to a mill.
+ v
+ Nice little villa!
+
+ W was a whale
+ With a very long tail,
+ Whose movements were frantic
+ Across the Atlantic.
+ w
+ Monstrous old whale!
+
+ X was King Xerxes,
+ Who, more than all Turks, is
+ Renowned for his fashion
+ Of fury and passion.
+ x
+ Angry old Xerxes!
+
+ Y was a yew,
+ Which flourished and grew
+ By a quiet abode
+ Near the side of a road.
+ y
+ Dark little yew!
+
+ Z was some zinc,
+ So shiny and bright,
+ Which caused you to wink
+ In the sun's merry light.
+ z
+ Beautiful zinc!
+
+ Edward Lear.
+
+
+_The Table and the Chair_
+
+I
+
+ Said the Table to the Chair,
+ "You can hardly be aware
+ How I suffer from the heat
+ And from chilblains on my feet.
+ If we took a little walk,
+ We might have a little talk;
+ Pray let us take the air,"
+ Said the Table to the Chair.
+
+II
+
+ Said the Chair unto the Table,
+ "Now, you _know_ we are not able:
+ How foolishly you talk,
+ When you know we _cannot_ walk!"
+ Said the Table with a sigh,
+ "It can do no harm to try.
+ I've as many legs as you:
+ Why can't we walk on two?"
+
+III
+
+ So they both went slowly down,
+ And walked about the town
+ With a cheerful bumpy sound
+ As they toddled round and round;
+ And everybody cried,
+ As they hastened to their side,
+ "See! the Table and the Chair
+ Have come out to take the air!"
+
+IV
+
+ But in going down an alley,
+ To a castle in a valley,
+ They completely lost their way,
+ And wandered all the day;
+ Till, to see them safely back,
+ They paid a Ducky-quack,
+ And a Beetle, and a Mouse,
+ Who took them to their house.
+
+V
+
+ Then they whispered to each other,
+ "O delightful little brother,
+ What a lovely walk we've taken!
+ Let us dine on beans and bacon."
+ So the Ducky and the leetle
+ Browny-Mousy and the Beetle
+ Dined, and danced upon their heads
+ Till they toddled to their beds.
+
+ Edward Lear.
+
+
+_Feeding the Fairies_
+
+ Fairies, fairies, come and be fed,
+ Come and be fed like hens and cocks;
+ Hither and thither with delicate tread,
+ Flutter around me in fairy flocks.
+ Come, little fairies, from far and near;
+ Come, little fairies, I know you can fly;
+ Who can be dear if _you_ are not dear?
+ And who is so fond of a fairy as I?
+
+ Fairies, fairies, come if you please,
+ Nod your heads and ruffle your wings,
+ Marching in order or standing at ease,
+ Frolicsome fairies are dear little things!
+ Golden the grain and silver the rice,
+ Pleasant the crumbs from Mama's own bread,
+ Currants pick'd out of the pudding are nice--
+ Fairies, fairies, come and be fed!
+
+ Hushaby, oh! hushaby, oh!
+ Hide by the door--keep very still--
+ I must be gentle, I must speak low,
+ Or frighten the fairies I certainly will.
+ Fairies are easily frighten'd, I know;
+ They are so small, we must pity their fears.
+ Hushaby, oh! hushaby, oh!
+ Coax them and humour them--poor little dears!
+
+ Fairies, fairies, why don't you come?
+ Fairies, fairies, wherefore delay?
+ In a few minutes I must run home--
+ Cross little creatures! you know I can't stay!
+ See how I scatter your beautiful food--
+ Good little fairies would come when I call;
+ Fairies, fairies, _won't_ you be good?
+ What is the use of my speaking at all?
+
+ "Two Friends."
+
+
+_The Fairy_
+
+ Oh, who is so merry
+ As the light-hearted fairy?
+ He dances and sings
+ To the sound of his wings,
+ With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
+
+ Oh, who is so merry
+ As the light-hearted fairy?
+ His nectar he sips
+ From the primrose's lips,
+ With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
+
+ Oh, who is so merry
+ As the light-hearted fairy?
+ His night is the noon,
+ And his sun is the moon,
+ With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+
+
+V
+
+THE QUEEN-MOTHER'S COUNSEL
+
+
+_A Thought_[7]
+
+ It is very nice to think
+ The world is full of meat and drink,
+ With little children saying grace
+ In every Christian kind of place.
+
+ Robert Louis Stevenson.
+
+[Footnote 7: _From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+_Inscription for My Little Son's Silver Plate_[8]
+
+ When thou dost eat from off this plate,
+ I charge thee be thou temperate;
+ Unto thine elders at the board
+ Do thou sweet reverence accord;
+ And, though to dignity inclined,
+ Unto the serving-folk be kind;
+ Be ever mindful of the poor,
+ Nor turn them hungry from the door;
+ And unto God, for health and food
+ And all that in thy life is good,
+ Give thou thy heart in gratitude.
+
+ Eugene Field.
+
+[Footnote 8: _From "The Book of Joyous Children," copyright, 1902, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+_Praise God_
+
+ Praise God for wheat, so white and sweet.
+ Of which to make our bread!
+ Praise God for yellow corn, with which
+ His waiting world is fed!
+ Praise God for fish and flesh and fowl
+ He gave to men for food!
+ Praise God for every creature which
+ He made and called it good!
+
+ Praise God for winter's store of ice,
+ Praise God for summer's heat!
+ Praise God for fruit trees bearing seed,
+ "To you it is for meat!"
+ Praise God for all the bounty
+ By which the world is fed!
+ Praise God, ye children all, to whom
+ He gives your daily bread!
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Eyes of God_
+
+ God watches o'er us all the day,
+ At home, at school, and at our play;
+ And when the sun has left the skies
+ He watches with a million eyes.
+
+ Gabriel Setoun.
+
+
+_Kindness to Animals_
+
+ Little children, never give
+ Pain to things that feel and live:
+ Let the gentle robin come
+ For the crumbs you save at home,--
+ As his meat you throw along
+ He'll repay you with a song;
+ Never hurt the timid hare
+ Peeping from her green grass lair,
+ Let her come and sport and play
+ On the lawn at close of day;
+ The little lark goes soaring high
+ To the bright windows of the sky,
+ Singing as if 'twere always spring,
+ And fluttering on an untired wing,--
+ Oh! let him sing his happy song,
+ Nor do these gentle creatures wrong.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_How Doth the Little Busy Bee_
+
+ How doth the little busy bee
+ Improve each shining hour,
+ And gather honey all the day
+ From every opening flow'r!
+
+ How skilfully she builds her cell!
+ How neat she spreads the wax!
+ And labours hard to store it well
+ With the sweet food she makes.
+
+ In works of labour or of skill,
+ I would be busy too;
+ For Satan finds some mischief still
+ For idle hands to do.
+
+ In books, or work, or healthful play,
+ Let my first years be past,
+ That I may give for ev'ry day
+ Some good account at last.
+
+ Isaac Watts.
+
+
+_Deeds of Kindness_
+
+ Suppose the little cowslip
+ Should hang its golden cup,
+ And say, "I'm such a tiny flower,
+ I'd better not grow up."
+ How many a weary traveller
+ Would miss its fragrant smell!
+ How many a little child would grieve
+ To lose it from the dell!
+
+ Suppose the glistening dewdrop
+ Upon the grass should say,
+ "What can a little dewdrop do?
+ I'd better roll away."
+ The blade on which it rested,
+ Before the day was done,
+ Without a drop to moisten it,
+ Would wither in the sun.
+
+ Suppose the little breezes,
+ Upon a summer's day,
+ Should think themselves too small to cool
+ The traveller on his way:
+ Who would not miss the smallest
+ And softest ones that blow,
+ And think they made a great mistake,
+ If they were talking so?
+
+ How many deeds of kindness
+ A little child may do,
+ Although it has so little strength,
+ And little wisdom too!
+ It wants a loving spirit,
+ Much more than strength, to prove
+ How many things a child may do
+ For others by its love.
+
+ F. P.
+
+
+_Good Advice_
+
+ Seldom "can't,"
+ Seldom "don't";
+ Never "shan't,"
+ Never "won't."
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti.
+
+
+_I'll Try_
+
+ Two Robin Redbreasts built their nest
+ Within a hollow tree;
+ The hen sat quietly at home,
+ The cock sang merrily;
+ And all the little robins said:
+ "Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee."
+
+ One day the sun was warm and bright,
+ And shining in the sky,
+ Cock Robin said: "My little dears,
+ 'Tis time you learned to fly";
+ And all the little young ones said:
+ "I'll try, I'll try, I'll try."
+
+ I know a child, and who she is
+ I'll tell you by and by,
+ When mother says "Do this," or "that,"
+ She says "What for?" and "Why?"
+ She'd be a better child by far
+ If she would say "I'll try."
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_Clothes_
+
+ Although my clothes are fine and gay
+ They should not make me vain,
+ For Nurse can take them all away,
+ And put them on again.
+
+ Each flower _grows_ her pretty gown,
+ So does each little weed,
+ Their dresses are their very own,
+ They may be proud indeed!
+
+ Abbie Farwell Brown.
+
+
+_A Music Box_
+
+ I am a little Music Box
+ Wound up and made to go,
+ And play my little living-tune
+ The best way that I know.
+
+ If I am naughty, cross, or rude
+ The music will go wrong,
+ My little works be tangled up,
+ And spoil the pretty song.
+
+ I must be very sweet and good
+ And happy all the day,
+ And then the little Music Box
+ In tune will always play.
+
+ Abbie Farwell Brown.
+
+
+_If Ever I See_
+
+ If ever I see,
+ On bush or tree,
+ Young birds in their pretty nest,
+ I must not in play,
+ Steal the birds away,
+ To grieve their mother's breast.
+
+ My mother, I know,
+ Would sorrow so,
+ Should I be stolen away;
+ So I'll speak to the birds
+ In my softest words,
+ Nor hurt them in my play.
+
+ And when they can fly
+ In the bright blue sky,
+ They'll warble a song to me;
+ And then if I'm sad
+ It will make me glad
+ To think they are happy and free.
+
+ Lydia Maria Child.
+
+
+_Employment_
+
+ Who'll come and play with me here under the tree,
+ My sisters have left me alone;
+ My sweet little Sparrow, come hither to me,
+ And play with me while they are gone.
+
+ O no, little lady, I can't come, indeed,
+ I've no time to idle away,
+ I've got all my dear little children to feed,
+ And my nest to new cover with hay.
+
+ Pretty Bee, do not buzz about over the flower,
+ But come here and play with me, do:
+ The Sparrow won't come and stay with me an hour
+ But stay, pretty Bee--will not you?
+
+ O no, little lady, for do not you see,
+ Those must work who would prosper and thrive,
+ If I play, they would call me a sad idle bee,
+ And perhaps turn me out of the hive.
+
+ Stop! stop! little Ant--do not run off so fast,
+ Wait with me a little and play:
+ I hope I shall find a companion at last,
+ You are not so busy as they.
+
+ O no, little lady, I can't stay with you,
+ We're not made to play, but to labor:
+ I always have something or other to do,
+ If not for myself, for a neighbor.
+
+ What then, have they all some employment but me,
+ Who lie lounging here like a dunce?
+ O then, like the Ant, and the Sparrow, and Bee,
+ I'll go to my lesson at once.
+
+ Jane Taylor.
+
+
+_Stitching_
+
+ A pocket handkerchief to hem--
+ Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
+ How many stitches it will take
+ Before it's done, I fear.
+
+ Yet set a stitch and then a stitch,
+ And stitch and stitch away,
+ Till stitch by stitch the hem is done--
+ And after work is play!
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti.
+
+
+_Learning to Play_
+
+ Upon a tall piano stool
+ I have to sit and play
+ A stupid finger exercise
+ For half an hour a day.
+
+ They call it "playing," but to me
+ It's not a bit of fun.
+ I _play_ when I am out of doors,
+ Where I can jump and run.
+
+ But Mother says the little birds
+ Who sing so nicely now,
+ Had first to learn, and practice too,
+ All sitting on a bough.
+
+ And maybe if I practice hard,
+ Like them, I too, some day,
+ Shall make the pretty music sound;
+ Then I shall call it "play."
+
+ Abbie Farwell Brown.
+
+
+_In Trust_[9]
+
+ It's coming, boys,
+ It's almost here;
+ It's coming, girls,
+ The grand New Year!
+
+ A year to be glad in,
+ Not to be bad in;
+ A year to live in,
+ To gain and give in;
+ A year for trying,
+ And not for sighing;
+ A year for striving
+ And hearty thriving;
+ A bright new year.
+ Oh! hold it dear;
+ For God who sendeth
+ He only lendeth.
+
+ Mary Mapes Dodge.
+
+[Footnote 9: _From "Rhymes and Jingles," copyright, 1874, 1904, by
+Chas. Scribner's Sons._]
+
+
+
+
+VI
+
+THE PALACE BED-TIME
+
+
+_Watching Angels_
+
+ Angels at the foot,
+ And Angels at the head,
+ And like a curly little lamb
+ My pretty babe in bed.
+
+ Christina G. Rossetti.
+
+
+_The Story of Baby's Blanket_
+
+ Once a little Baby,
+ On a sunny day,
+ Out among the daisies
+ Took his happy way.
+ Little lambs were frisking
+ In the fields so green,
+ While the fleecy mothers
+ All at rest were seen.
+
+ For a while the Baby
+ Played and played and played;
+ Then he sat and rested
+ In the pleasant shade.
+ Soon a Sheep came near him,
+ Growing very bold,
+ And this wondrous story
+ To the Baby told:
+
+ "Baby's little blanket,
+ Socks and worsted ball,
+ Winter cap and mittens,
+ And his flannels all,
+ And his pretty afghan
+ Warm and soft and fine,
+ Once as wool were growing
+ On this back of mine!
+
+ "And the soft bed blankets,
+ For his cosey sleep,
+ These were also given
+ By his friends, the sheep."
+ Such the wondrous story
+ That the Baby heard:
+ Did he understand it?
+ Not a single word!
+
+ Emilie Poulsson.
+
+
+_The Story of Baby's Pillow_
+
+ These are the Eggs that were put in a nest;
+ These are the Goslings in yellow down drest.
+
+ This is the Farmyard where, living in peace,
+ All the young Goslings grew up to be Geese.
+
+ Here's the Goose family waddling about--
+ In a procession they always walk out.
+
+ This is the Farmer who said, "Every Goose
+ Now has some feathers on, ready for use."
+
+ This is the Farmer's Wife, plucking with care
+ All of the feathers the Geese can well spare.
+
+ This is the Pillow the Merchant displayed:
+ "Yes, of the finest Goose-feathers 'tis made."
+
+ This is the Mother who put on its case,
+ Laid the wee Pillow away in its place.
+
+ This is the Crib with its furnishings white,
+ This the dear Baby who bids you "Good-night."
+
+ Emilie Poulsson.
+
+
+_The New Moon_
+
+ Dear mother, how pretty
+ The moon looks to-night!
+ She was never so cunning before;
+ Her two little horns
+ Are so sharp and so bright,
+ I hope she'll not grow any more.
+
+ If I were up there
+ With you and my friends,
+ I'd rock in it nicely, you see;
+ I'd sit in the middle
+ And hold by both ends;
+ O, what a bright cradle 'twould be!
+
+ I would call to the stars
+ To keep out of the way,
+ Lest we should rock over their toes,
+ And there I would rock
+ Till the dawn of the day,
+ And see where the pretty moon goes.
+
+ And there we would stay
+ In the beautiful skies,
+ And through the bright clouds we would roam;
+ We would see the sun set,
+ And see the sun rise,
+ And on the next rainbow come home.
+
+ Eliza Lee Follen.
+
+
+_Lady Moon_
+
+ Lady moon, lady moon,
+ Sailing so high!
+ Drop down to baby
+ From out the clear sky;
+ Babykin, babykin,
+ Down far below,
+ I hear thee calling,
+ But I cannot go.
+
+ But lady moon sendeth thee
+ Soft shining rays;
+ Moon loves the baby,
+ The moonlight says.
+ In her house dark and blue,
+ Though she must stay,
+ Kindly she'll watch thee
+ Till dawns the new day.
+
+ Kate Kellogg.
+
+
+_The Star_
+
+ Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
+ How I wonder what you are!
+ Up above the world so high,
+ Like a diamond in the sky.
+
+ When the blazing sun is gone,
+ When he nothing shines upon,
+ Then you show your little light,
+ Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
+
+ Then the traveller in the dark
+ Thanks you for your tiny spark:
+ He could not see which way to go,
+ If you did not twinkle so.
+
+ In the dark-blue sky you keep,
+ And often through my curtains peep,
+ For you never shut your eye
+ Till the sun is in the sky.
+
+ As your bright and tiny spark
+ Lights the traveller in the dark,
+ Though I know not what you are,
+ Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Child's Star_
+
+ The star that watched above your sleep has just put out his light.
+ "Good day, to you on earth," he said, "is here in heav'n, good night."
+ "But tell the child when he awakes, to watch for my return,
+ For I'll hang out my lamp again, when his begins to burn."
+
+ John B. Tabb.
+
+
+_Do You Know How Many Stars?_
+
+ Do you know how many stars
+ There are shining in the skies?
+ Do you know how many clouds
+ Ev'ry day go floating by?
+ God in heaven has counted all,
+ He would miss one should it fall.
+
+ Do you know how many children
+ Go to little beds at night,
+ And without a care or sorrow,
+ Wake up in the morning light?
+ God in heaven each name can tell,
+ Loves you, too, and loves you well.
+
+ From the German.
+
+
+_Where Do All the Daisies Go?_
+
+ Where do all the daisies go?
+ I know, I know!
+ Underneath the snow they creep,
+ Nod their little heads and sleep,
+ In the springtime out they peep;
+ That is where they go!
+
+ Where do all the birdies go?
+ I know, I know!
+ Far away from winter snow
+ To the fair, warm South they go;
+ There they stay till daisies blow,
+ That is where they go!
+
+ Where do all the babies go?
+ I know, I know!
+ In the glancing firelight warm,
+ Safely sheltered from all harm,
+ Soft they lie on mother's arm,
+ That is where they go!
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_The Sweetest Place_
+
+ A meadow for the little lambs;
+ A honey hive for bees;
+ And pretty nests for singing birds
+ Among the leafy trees.
+ There's rest for all the little ones
+ In one place or another;
+ But who has half so sweet a place
+ As baby with her mother?
+
+ The little chickens cuddle close,
+ Beneath the old hen's wing;
+ "Peep! Peep!" they say; "we're not afraid
+ Of dark or any thing."
+ So, safe and sound, they nestle there,
+ The one beside the other;
+ But safer, happier, by far,
+ Is baby with her mother.
+
+ Mary F. Butts.
+
+
+_Good-Night_
+
+ Little baby, lay your head
+ On your pretty cradle-bed;
+ Shut your eye-peeps, now the day
+ And the light are gone away;
+ All the clothes are tucked in tight;
+ Little baby dear, good-night.
+
+ Yes, my darling, well I know
+ How the bitter wind doth blow;
+ And the winter's snow and rain
+ Patter on the window-pane:
+ But they cannot come in here,
+ To my little baby dear;
+
+ For the window shutteth fast,
+ Till the stormy night is past;
+ And the curtains warm are spread
+ Round about her cradle-bed:
+ So till morning shineth bright,
+ Little baby dear, good-night.
+
+ Jane Taylor.
+
+
+_Nursery Song_
+
+ As I walked over the hill one day,
+ I listened, and heard a mother-sheep say,
+ "In all the green world there is nothing so sweet
+ As my little lamb, with his nimble feet;
+ With his eye so bright,
+ And his wool so white,
+ Oh, he is my darling, my heart's delight!"
+ And the mother-sheep and her little one
+ Side by side lay down in the sun;
+ And they went to sleep on the hill-side warm,
+ While my little lammie lies here on my arm.
+
+ I went to the kitchen, and what did I see
+ But the old gray cat with her kittens three!
+ I heard her whispering soft: said she,
+ "My kittens, with tails so cunningly curled,
+ Are the prettiest things that can be in the world.
+ The bird on the tree,
+ And the old ewe she,
+ May love their babies exceedingly;
+ But I love my kittens there,
+ Under the rocking-chair.
+ I love my kittens with all my might,
+ I love them at morning, noon, and night.
+ Now I'll take up my kitties, the kitties I love,
+ And we'll lie down together beneath the warm stove."
+ Let the kittens sleep under the stove so warm,
+ While my little darling lies here on my arm.
+
+ I went to the yard, and I saw the old hen
+ Go clucking about with her chickens ten;
+ She clucked and she scratched and she bustled away,
+ And what do you think I heard the hen say?
+ I heard her say, "The sun never did shine
+ On anything like to these chickens of mine.
+ You may hunt the full moon and the stars, if you please,
+ But you never will find ten such chickens as these.
+ My dear, downy darlings, my sweet little things,
+ Come, nestle now cozily under my wings."
+ So the hen said,
+ And the chickens all sped
+ As fast as they could to their nice feather bed.
+ And there let them sleep, in their feathers so warm,
+ While my little chick lies here on my arm.
+
+ Mrs. Carter.
+
+
+_How They Sleep_
+
+ Some things go to sleep in such a funny way:
+ Little birds stand on one leg and tuck their heads away;
+
+ Chickens do the same, standing on their perch;
+ Little mice lie soft and still as if they were in church;
+
+ Kittens curl up close in such a funny ball;
+ Horses hang their sleepy heads and stand still in a stall;
+
+ Sometimes dogs stretch out, or curl up in a heap;
+ Cows lie down upon their sides when they would go to sleep.
+
+ But little babies dear are snugly tucked in beds,
+ Warm with blankets, all so soft, and pillows for their heads.
+
+ Bird and beast and babe--I wonder which of all
+ Dream the dearest dreams that down from dreamland fall!
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+_Baby-Land_
+
+ Which is the way to Baby-Land?
+ Any one can tell;
+ Up one flight,
+ To your right;
+ Please to ring the bell.
+
+ What can you see in Baby-Land?
+ Little folks in white,
+ Downy heads,
+ Cradle-beds,
+ Faces pure and bright.
+
+ What do they do in Baby-Land?
+ Dream and wake and play,
+ Laugh and crow,
+ Shout and grow,
+ Jolly times have they.
+
+ What do they say in Baby-Land?
+ Why, the oddest things;
+ Might as well
+ Try to tell
+ What a birdie sings.
+
+ Who is the queen of Baby-Land?
+ Mother kind and sweet;
+ And her love,
+ Born above,
+ Guides the little feet.
+
+ George Cooper.
+
+
+_Lullaby_
+
+ Baby wants a lullaby;
+ Where should mother find it?
+ In a bird's nest rocked on high;
+ Birdie, birdie lined it;
+ Find it under birdie's wing,--
+ Soft birdie's feather;--
+ O the downy, downy thing!
+ O the summer weather!
+
+ Baby wants a lullaby;
+ Where shall sister find it?
+ In a soft cloud of the sky,
+ With white wool behind it;
+ Watch you may, but cannot guess
+ If the cloud has motion,
+ Such a perfect calm there is
+ In the airy ocean.
+
+ O the land of Lullabies!
+ Where shall father find it?
+ Safe in mother's breast it lies,
+ With her arms to bind it;
+ O a soft and sleepy song!
+ Sleep, baby blossom!
+ Sleep is short, sleep is long,
+ Sweet is mother's bosom!
+
+ William Brighty Rands.
+
+
+_A Cradle Song_
+
+ What does little birdie say
+ In her nest at peep of day?
+ Let me fly, says little birdie,
+ Mother, let me fly away.
+ Birdie, rest a little longer,
+ Till the little wings are stronger.
+ So she rests a little longer,
+ Then she flies away.
+
+ What does little baby say,
+ In her bed at peep of day?
+ Baby says, like little birdie,
+ Let me rise and fly away.
+ Baby, sleep a little longer,
+ Till the little limbs are stronger.
+ If she sleeps a little longer,
+ Baby too shall fly away.
+
+ Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
+
+
+_Good-night Prayer for a Little Child_
+
+ Father, unto Thee I pray,
+ Thou hast guarded me all day;
+ Safe I am while in Thy sight,
+ Safely let me sleep to-night.
+
+ Bless my friends, the whole world bless,
+ Help me to learn helpfulness;
+ Keep me ever in Thy sight:
+ So to all I say Good-night.
+
+ Henry Johnstone.
+
+
+_The Sleepy Song_[10]
+
+ As soon as the fire burns red and low
+ And the house upstairs is still,
+ She sings me a queer little sleepy song,
+ Of sheep that go over the hill.
+
+ The good little sheep run quick and soft,
+ Their colors are gray and white;
+ They follow their leader nose and tail,
+ For they must be home by night.
+
+ And one slips over, and one comes next,
+ And one runs after behind;
+ The gray one's nose at the white one's tail,
+ The top of the hill they find.
+
+ And when they get to the top of the hill
+ They quietly slip away,
+ But one runs over and one comes next--
+ Their colors are white and gray.
+
+ And over they go, and over they go,
+ And over the top of the hill
+ The good little sheep run quick and soft,
+ And the house upstairs is still.
+
+ And one slips over and one comes next,
+ The good little, gray little sheep!
+ I watch how the fire burns red and low,
+ And she says that I fall asleep.
+
+ Josephine Daskam Bacon.
+
+[Footnote 10: From "Poems," copyright, 1903, by Chas. Scribner's
+Sons.]
+
+
+_Minnie and Winnie_
+
+ Minnie and Winnie
+ Slept in a shell.
+ Sleep, little ladies!
+ And they slept well.
+
+ Pink was the shell within,
+ Silver without;
+ Sounds of the great sea
+ Wandered about.
+
+ Sleep, little ladies!
+ Wake not soon!
+ Echo on echo
+ Dies to the moon.
+
+ Two bright stars
+ Peeped into the shell.
+ "What are they dreaming of?
+ Who can tell?"
+
+ Started a green linnet
+ Out of the croft;
+ Wake, little ladies!
+ The sun is aloft.
+
+ Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
+
+
+_Queen Mab_
+
+ A little fairy comes at night;
+ Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,
+ With silver spots upon her wings,
+ And from the moon she flutters down.
+
+ She has a little silver wand,
+ And when a good child goes to bed,
+ She weaves her wand from right to left,
+ And makes a circle round its head.
+
+ And then it dreams of pleasant things--
+ Of fountains filled with fairy fish,
+ And trees that bear delicious fruit,
+ And bow their branches at a wish;
+
+ Of arbors filled with dainty scents
+ From lovely flowers that never fade,
+ Bright flies that glitter in the sun,
+ And glow-worms shining in the shade;
+
+ And talking birds with gifted tongues
+ For singing songs and telling tales,
+ And pretty dwarfs to show the way
+ Through fairy hills and fairy dales.
+
+ Thomas Hood.
+
+
+_A Boy's Mother_[11]
+
+ My mother she's so good to me,
+ Ef I was good as I could be,
+ I couldn't be as good--no, sir!--
+ Can't any boy be good as her.
+
+ She loves me when I'm glad er sad;
+ She loves me when I'm good er bad;
+ An', what's a funniest thing, she says
+ She loves me when she punishes.
+
+ I don't like her to punish me,--
+ That don't hurt,--but it hurts to see
+ Her cryin'.--Nen _I_ cry; an' nen
+ We both cry an' be good again.
+
+ She loves me when she cuts an' sews
+ My little cloak an' Sund'y clothes;
+ An' when my Pa comes home to tea,
+ She loves him most as much as me.
+
+ She laughs an' tells him all I said,
+ An' grabs me up an' pats my head;
+ An' I hug _her_, an' hug my Pa,
+ An' love him purt' nigh much as Ma.
+
+ James Whitcomb Riley.
+
+[Footnote 11: _From "Rhymes of Childhood," copyright, 1905, and by
+special permission of the publishers, The Bobbs-Merrill Company._]
+
+
+_Our Mother_
+
+ Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
+ Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
+ Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
+ Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather,
+
+ Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
+ Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
+ Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
+ But only one mother the wide world over.
+
+ Unknown.
+
+
+ Said I to myself, here's a chance for me,
+ The Lilliput Laureate for to be!
+ And these are the Specimens I sent in
+ To Pinafore Palace. Shall I win?
+
+ William Brighty Rands.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+INDEX
+
+
+A BOY'S MOTHER, 238
+
+A cat came fiddling, 55
+
+A CRADLE SONG, 233
+
+A DEWDROP, 129
+
+A farmer went trotting, 23
+
+A HAPPY CHILD, 121
+
+A little boy and a little girl, 77
+
+A little boy once played so loud, 178
+
+A LITTLE BOY'S POCKET, 180
+
+A little fairy comes at night, 237
+
+Although my clothes are fine and gay, 211
+
+A meadow for the little lambs, 226
+
+A MUSIC BOX, 211
+
+A MYSTERY, 138
+
+Angels at the foot, 219
+
+ANNIE'S GARDEN, 134
+
+A pocket handkerchief to hem, 214
+
+A pool in a garden green, 149
+
+A. APPLE PIE, 182
+
+A PUPPY'S PROBLEM, 168
+
+AROUND THE WORLD, 115
+
+As I walked over the hill one day, 228
+
+As I was going o'er Westminster bridge, 96
+
+As I was going to St. Ives, 96
+
+As I went through the garden gap, 95
+
+As round as an apple, as deep as a cup, 94
+
+As soft as silk, as white as milk, 95
+
+As soon as the fire burns red and low, 234
+
+A sunshiny shower, 102
+
+A swarm of bees in May, 101
+
+As the days grow longer, 102
+
+As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks, 57
+
+A TEA-PARTY, 114
+
+A THOUGHT, 205
+
+A WAS AN ANT, 190
+
+A was an ant, 190
+
+A was once an apple-pie, 182
+
+
+Baa, baa, black sheep, 32
+
+BABY-LAND, 231
+
+Baby mustn't frown, 128
+
+Baby wants a lullaby, 232
+
+Baby wants his breakfast, 34
+
+BABY'S BREAKFAST, 34
+
+BABY'S FRIENDS, 29
+
+BABY'S JOURNEYS, 21
+
+BABY'S HUSH-A-BYES, 15
+
+BABY'S PLAYS, 3
+
+BEES, 133
+
+Bees don't care about the snow, 133
+
+Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, 43
+
+Betty Pringle had a little pig, 33
+
+Between the hill and the brook, ook, ook, 54
+
+Black within and red without, 93
+
+Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go! 8
+
+Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea, 39
+
+BOSSY AND THE DAISY, 161
+
+Bow-wow-wow! 8
+
+Brave news is come to town, 58
+
+Brow bender, 3
+
+Bye, baby bunting, 15
+
+
+CHICKENS IN TROUBLE, 163
+
+Children go, 111
+
+Clap, clap handies, 5
+
+CLOTHES, 211
+
+Cock crows in the morn, 101
+
+Come, Charles, blow the trumpet, 112
+
+Come hither, little puppy-dog, 51
+
+Come hither, sweet Robin, 34
+
+COME LITTLE LEAVES, 151
+
+"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day, 151
+
+Come! supper is ready, 159
+
+COUNTING OUT, 114
+
+Cross-patch, 105
+
+CUDDLE DOWN DOLLY, 117
+
+Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine? 43
+
+Cushy, cow bonny, let down thy milk, 33
+
+
+Dance, little baby, dance up high, 22
+
+Dance to your daddy, 6
+
+Dear, dear! what can the matter be? 53
+
+Dear mother, how pretty, 221
+
+DEEDS OF KINDNESS, 208
+
+Ding, dong, bell, 78
+
+"Don't pick all the flowers!" cried Daisy one day, 139
+
+Down in a dark dungeon I saw a brave knight, 94
+
+DO YOU GUESS IT IS I? 97
+
+DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY STARS? 224
+
+Do you know how many stars, 224
+
+Do you know what's in my pottet? 180
+
+
+Eight fingers, 8
+
+Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess, 95
+
+EMPLOYMENT, 213
+
+Evening red and morning gray, 102
+
+Every evening Baby goes, 25
+
+EXTREMES, 178
+
+
+Fairies, fairies, come and be fed, 199
+
+Father, unto Thee I pray 234
+
+FEEDING THE FAIRIES, 199
+
+Flour of England, fruit of Spain, 96
+
+Flowers from clods of clay and mud! 138
+
+FOLLOW ME! 111
+
+FOOT SOLDIERS, 5
+
+For every ill beneath the sun, 103
+
+For want of a nail, the shoe was lost, 105
+
+FOUR PETS, 168
+
+
+Gay go up and gay go down, 60
+
+Girls and boys, come out to play, 60
+
+God watches o'er us all the day, 206
+
+GOOD ADVICE, 210
+
+GOOD-NIGHT, 227
+
+GOOD-NIGHT PRAYER FOR A LITTLE CHILD, 234
+
+Goosey, goosey, gander, 48
+
+Go to bed first, 104
+
+GRANDMOTHER'S WISDOM, 101
+
+Great King Sun is out in the cold, 137
+
+GUESS-ME-QUICKS, 93
+
+
+Hearts, like doors, will ope with ease, 105
+
+He that would thrive, 101
+
+Here sits the Lord Mayor, 3
+
+Hey! diddle diddle, 50
+
+Hey diddle, dinkety, poppety, pet, 24
+
+Hey, my kitten, my kitten, 24
+
+Hickory, dickory, dock, 55
+
+Higher than a house, higher than a tree, 94
+
+High on the top of an old pine-tree, 147
+
+HOSPITALITY, 176
+
+How do the pussy-willows grow? 136
+
+HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE, 207
+
+How doth the little busy bee, 207
+
+How many days has my baby to play? 6
+
+HOW THEY SLEEP, 230
+
+Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, 94
+
+Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky, 239
+
+Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top, 15
+
+Hush thee, my babby, 15
+
+
+I am a gold lock, 59
+
+I am a little Music Box, 211
+
+I am a little thing, 97
+
+If all the seas were one sea, 57
+
+If all the world were apple-pie, 59
+
+If all were rain and never sun, 133
+
+IF EVER I SEE, 212
+
+If ever I see, 212
+
+If wishes were horses, 105
+
+If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger, 104
+
+I had a little bird, 165
+
+I had a little doggy that used to sit and beg, 30
+
+I had a little husband, 80
+
+I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear, 97
+
+I had a little pony, 30
+
+I LIKE LITTLE PUSSY, 170
+
+I like little Pussy, 170
+
+I'll tell you a story, 48
+
+I'LL TRY, 210
+
+I'm a pretty little thing, 134
+
+In flow'ry Japan, the home of the fan, 116
+
+In go-cart so tiny, 115
+
+In little Annie's garden, 134
+
+In marble walls as white as milk, 93
+
+INSCRIPTION FOR MY LITTLE SON'S SILVER PLATE, 205
+
+In summer I am very glad, 119
+
+Intery, mintery, cutery-corn, 114
+
+IN TRUST, 215
+
+"I," said the duck. "I call it fun", 131
+
+I saw a ship a-sailing, 62
+
+I see a nest in a green elm-tree, 126
+
+It is very nice to think, 205
+
+It's coming, boys, 215
+
+It was a merry time, 67
+
+I went to the wood and got it, 95
+
+1. I went up one pair of stairs, 60
+
+
+JACK HORNER, 40
+
+Jack Homer was a pretty lad, 40
+
+Jack and Jill went up the hill, 41
+
+Jack Sprat could eat no fat, 78
+
+January brings the snow, 125
+
+John Ball shot them all, 89
+
+
+KEEPING STORE, 119
+
+KINDNESS TO ANIMALS, 207
+
+
+Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home, 29
+
+LADY MOON, 222
+
+Lady moon, lady moon, 222
+
+LEARNING TO PLAY, 215
+
+Little baby, lay your head, 227
+
+Little Bo-Peep, she lost her sheep, 81
+
+Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, 42
+
+Little children, never give, 207
+
+Little drop of dew, 129
+
+LITTLE JACK FROST, 152
+
+Little Jack Frost went up the hill, 152
+
+"Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?" 78
+
+Little Miss Muffet, 42
+
+Little Nan Etticoat, 94
+
+Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, 33
+
+Little Tom Tucker, 41
+
+"_Lock the dairy door!_" Oh, hark, the cock is crowing proudly! 177
+
+Long legs, crooked thighs, 94
+
+LOST, 177
+
+Lucy Locket lost her pocket, 42
+
+LULLABY, 232
+
+
+March winds and April showers, 102
+
+Mary had a pretty bird, 29
+
+Mary, Mary, quite contrary, 43
+
+MEADOW TALK, 139
+
+Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring, 7
+
+MINNIE AND WINNIE, 236
+
+Minnie and Winnie, 236
+
+Monday's child is fair of face, 106
+
+My dear, do you know, 75
+
+My house is red--a little house, 121
+
+My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind, 106
+
+My maid Mary, 43
+
+My mother she's so good to me, 238
+
+MY SHIP AND I, 115
+
+
+Nine grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns, 180
+
+No, little worm, you need not slip, 143
+
+Now, Lamb, no longer naughty be, 167
+
+NURSERY HEROES AND HEROINES, 39
+
+NURSERY NONSENSE, 47
+
+NURSERY NOVELS, 67
+
+NURSERY SONG, 228
+
+
+O come to the garden, dear brother, and see, 154
+
+Oh, who is so merry, 200
+
+O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship, 115
+
+Old King Cole, 44
+
+Old Mother Goose, when, 47
+
+O mother, mother! I'm so cold, 163
+
+Once a little Baby, 219
+
+ONE AND ONE, 120
+
+One misty, moisty morning, 58
+
+ONE, TWO, 6
+
+One, two, 6
+
+On yonder hill there stands a tree, 88
+
+OUR MOTHER, 239
+
+O winds that blow across the sea, 130
+
+
+Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man! 4
+
+Pat it, kiss it, 4
+
+Pease porridge hot, 4
+
+Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, 78
+
+Peter White will ne'er go right, 53
+
+PLAYGROUNDS, 119
+
+PRAISE GOD, 206
+
+Praise God for wheat, so white and sweet, 206
+
+Pretty Moo-cow, will you tell, 161
+
+Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot, 49
+
+Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, 32
+
+Pussy has a whiskered face, 168
+
+Pussy sits beside the fire, 31
+
+PUSSY WILLOW, 135
+
+Pussy Willow wakened, 135
+
+
+QUEEN MAB, 237
+
+
+RAIN, 132
+
+Rainbow at night, 103
+
+RAIN IN SPRING, 133
+
+RHYMES ABOUT A LITTLE WOMAN, 24
+
+Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me ree, 93
+
+Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, 21
+
+Right up into Bossy's eyes, 161
+
+Ring the bell, 4
+
+Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green, 15
+
+
+Said a Snake to a Frog with a wrinkled skin, 176
+
+Said Robin to his pretty mate, 145
+
+Said the Table to the Chair, 197
+
+Said this little fairy, 9
+
+See-saw sacradown, 22
+
+Seldom "can't," 210
+
+Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree, 179
+
+Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare, 5
+
+Simple Simon met a pieman, 41
+
+Sing a song of sixpence, 80
+
+Six little mice sat down to spin, 32
+
+Sleep, baby, sleep! 16
+
+SNAKE STORY, 174
+
+SNOW, 154
+
+SNOWDROPS, 137
+
+Solomon Grundy, 50
+
+Some things go to sleep in such a funny way, 230
+
+So soft and gentle falls the rain, 133
+
+SPRING QUESTIONS, 136
+
+STITCHING, 214
+
+SUN AND RAIN, 133
+
+Suppose the little cowslip, 208
+
+
+Ten snowy white pigeons are standing in line, 10
+
+THE BABY'S BIRTHDAY, 112
+
+THE BARNYARD, 10
+
+The bee is a rover, 150
+
+THE BROWN THRUSH, 146
+
+THE CITY MOUSE AND THE GARDEN MOUSE, 145
+
+The city mouse lives in a house, 145
+
+THE CHILD AND THE WORLD, 126
+
+THE CHILD'S STAR, 224
+
+THE CLUCKING HEN, 162
+
+THE COW, 159
+
+THE COW, 161
+
+THE DARLING BIRDS, 166
+
+The darling birds are warm, 166
+
+THE DAISY, 134
+
+THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN, 73
+
+THE DIFFERENCE, 8
+
+THE DREAM OF A BOY WHO LIVED AT NINE-ELMS, 180
+
+THE DREAM OF A GIRL WHO LIVED AT SEVEN-OAKS, 179
+
+THE EYES OF GOD, 206
+
+THE FAIRY, 200
+
+THE FASTIDIOUS SERPENT, 173
+
+THE FEAST OF THE DOLL, 116
+
+THE FIVE LITTLE FAIRIES, 9
+
+The friendly cow all red and white, 159
+
+THE FUNNIEST THING IN THE WORLD, 165
+
+The funniest thing in the world, I know, 165
+
+THE GARDEN YEAR, 125
+
+THE GOOD MOLLY COW, 159
+
+THE GRAVEL PATH, 128
+
+The ground was all covered with snow one day, 153
+
+THE HAPPY WORLD, 150
+
+The King of France, and four thousand men, 55
+
+THE LAMB, 167
+
+The lion and the unicorn, 49
+
+THE LITTLE DOVES, 147
+
+The little priest of Felton, 78
+
+The man in the moon, 53
+
+The man in the wilderness asked me, 59
+
+THE MELANCHOLY PIG, 176
+
+THE NEW MOON, 221
+
+The north wind doth blow, 30
+
+THE ORPHAN'S SONG, 165
+
+THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SKY, 149
+
+THE OWL AND THE EEL AND THE WARMING-PAN, 173
+
+The owl and the eel and the warming-pan, 173
+
+THE PALACE BED-TIME, 219
+
+THE PALACE GARDEN, 125
+
+THE PALACE JEST-BOOK, 173
+
+THE PALACE PETS, 159
+
+THE PALACE PLAYTIME, 111
+
+THE PIGEONS, 10
+
+THE QUEEN-MOTHER'S COUNSEL, 205
+
+The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, 76
+
+THE RABBITS, 54
+
+The rain is raining all around, 132
+
+THE ROBIN TO HIS MATE, 145
+
+THE SLEEPY SONG, 234
+
+THE SNAIL, 143
+
+The Snail he lives in his hard round house, 143
+
+THE SNOW-BIRD'S SONG, 153
+
+THE STAR, 223
+
+The star that watched above your sleep has just put out his light, 224
+
+THE STORY OF BABY'S BLANKET, 219
+
+THE STORY OF BABY'S PILLOW, 220
+
+THE SWEETEST PLACE, 226
+
+THE TABLE AND THE CHAIR, 197
+
+THE WIND'S SONG, 130
+
+There is one that has a head without an eye, 97
+
+THE WORM, 143
+
+There was a butcher cut his thumb, 62
+
+There was a crooked man, 49
+
+There was a girl in our town, 95
+
+There was a little man, 82
+
+There was a little nobby colt, 29
+
+There was a little Serpent and he wouldn't go to school, 174
+
+There was a man in our town, 50
+
+There was an old man, 58
+
+There was an old woman went up in a basket, 44
+
+There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, 56
+
+There was a Pig, that sat alone, 176
+
+There was a snake that dwelt in Skye, 173
+
+There were two birds sat on a stone, 56
+
+There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree, 146
+
+These are the Eggs that were put in a nest, 220
+
+They sent me to bed, dear, so dreadfully early, 117
+
+They that wash on Monday, 103
+
+Thirty days hath September, 103
+
+Thirty white horses upon a red hill, 93
+
+This is the house that Jack built, 84
+
+This is the key of the kingdom, 87
+
+This is the way the ladies ride, 24
+
+This little pig went to market, 5
+
+Three little kittens, they lost their mittens, 83
+
+Three children sliding on the ice, 57
+
+Three wise men of Gotham, 49
+
+'Tis all the way to Toe-town, 5
+
+To market, to market, 22
+
+Tom, he was a piper's son 39
+
+TREE ON THE HILL, 88
+
+TWENTY FROGGIES, 142
+
+Twenty froggies went to school, 142
+
+Twinkle, twinkle, little star, 223
+
+Two legs sat upon three legs, 96
+
+Two little girls are better than one, 120
+
+Two Robin Redbreasts built their nest, 210
+
+
+Upon a great black horse-ily, 54
+
+Upon a tall piano stool, 215
+
+
+Warm, hands, warm, daddy's gone to plough, 4
+
+WATCHING ANGELS, 219
+
+We have bags and bags of whitest down, 119
+
+What are little boys made of, made of? 51
+
+What does little birdie say, 233
+
+When good King Arthur ruled this land, 77
+
+When I was a bachelor, 79
+
+When Jacky's a very good boy, 102
+
+When little Birdie bye-bye goes, 16
+
+When Midget was a puppy, 168
+
+When the Farmer's day is done, 10
+
+When the wind is in the east, 104
+
+When thou dost eat from off this plate, 205
+
+WHERE DO ALL THE DAISIES GO, 225
+
+Where do all the daisies go? 225
+
+Which is the way to Baby-Land? 231
+
+WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND? 129
+
+Who has seen the wind? 129
+
+Who killed Cock Robin? 73
+
+WHO LIKES THE RAIN? 131
+
+Who'll come and play with me here under the tree, 213
+
+Will you take a walk with me, 162
+
+
+You see, merry Phillis, that dear little maid, 114
+
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