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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
+
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PINAFORE PALACE ***
+
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+
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+Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Juliet Sutherland, and the
+Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
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+
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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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