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The text version is coded for italics and the like mark-ups i.e., + + (a) italics are indicated thus _italic_; + + (b) small-caps are indicated thus +CAPS+; + + (c) Images are indicated as [Illustration: (with narration...)]. + + + + + Elfin Songs of Sunland + + + + + ELFIN SONGS + OF SUNLAND + + BY CHARLES KEELER + + [Illustration] + + DECORATIONS +BY+ LOUISE KEELER + + FOURTH EDITION + + [Illustration] + + LIVE OAK PUBLISHING + COMPANY + + Berkeley California + + + + + +COPYRIGHT 1904 BY+ + CHARLES KEELER + + +COPYRIGHT 1904 BY+ + CHARLES KEELER + (For Second Edition) + + +COPYRIGHT 1914 BY+ + CHARLES KEELER + (For Third Edition) + + +COPYRIGHT 1920 BY+ + CHARLES KEELER + (For Fourth Edition) + + + Decorations by + LOUISE KEELER + + + + + DEDICATION + + + Elfin songs of sunland, + Frolicland and funland; + Little rhymes of child hours, + Wood elves and wild flowers; + Jingles of the forest green, + Songs for little Merodine! + + [Illustration: Merodine] + + [Illustration: Boy with owl] + + + + + NAMES OF THE SONGS + + + PAGE + +_I. A RING AROUND OF PLAYTIME_ + + +COME AWAY CHILDREN+ 1 + + +HAND-ORGAN MAN+ 3 + + +POPPING CORN+ 5 + + +THE BAKER MAN+ 7 + + +TOPS+ 9 + + +THE KITE+ 11 + + +THE SEE-SAW+ 13 + + +SOAP BUBBLES+ 14 + + +THE BRASS BAND+ 15 + + +THE MERRY-GO-ROUND+ 17 + + +THE OVERLAND FLYER+ 19 + + +SPORTS+ 21 + + +THE SWIMMING POOL+ 22 + + +A SONG OF LEONARDE+ 24 + + +_II. SONGS OF THE WILDWOOD_ + + +A CHILD’S BOOK+ 27 + + +A LESSON+ 28 + + +A WINTER WALK+ 29 + + +WINTER RAIN IN CALIFORNIA+ 30 + + +MR. WIND+ 32 + + +WILD-WOOD BOGIES+ 34 + + +THE COYOTE+ 36 + + +THE HUMMINGBIRD+ 38 + + +THE ROADRUNNER+ 40 + + +THE BURROWING OWL+ 42 + + +THE CRESTED JAY+ 44 + + +TROUBLE IN THE TREES+ 46 + + +THE SQUIRREL+ 48 + + +THE POLLIWOG THAT LOST ITS TAIL+ 50 + + +THE HORNED TOAD+ 52 + + +A FAIRY IN A FLOWER+ 53 + + +BUTTERCUP+ 55 + + +THE COLUMBINE+ 56 + + +THE LEOPARD LILY+ 57 + + +JOHNNY JUMP-UP+ 58 + + +SONG OF THE BROWN LILY+ 59 + + +SHOOTING STAR FLOWERS+ 60 + + +THE SCARLET LARKSPUR+ 61 + + +THE TRILLIUM+ 62 + + +BABY BLUE-EYES+ 63 + + +WHO KNOWS ROSALIE+ 64 + + +TO A WILD ROSE+ 65 + + +THE QUEEN OF THE FAIRIES+ 66 + + +_III. QUIPS AND CRANKS_ + + +MY AUNTIE+ 71 + + +THE BEAR HUNTER+ 73 + + +TRYING TO PLAY+ 74 + + +MAGGIE MULDOON+ 75 + + +THE BOOBITY BUMPKIN+ 76 + + +FARMER JONES’ GOAT+ 77 + + +POOR MR. MIDAS+ 78 + + +THREE WISE MEN+ 79 + + +A GOBBLER IN TROUBLE+ 80 + + +THE TALE OF A POOR LITTLE WORM+ 82 + + +_IV. RHYMES FOR TODDLERS_ + + +PUSSY WHITE+ 87 + + +CHINA DOLLS+ 88 + + +DOLLIE’S LULLABY+ 90 + + +BABY LIFE+ 92 + + +LITTLE BROTHER+ 93 + + +PLAYING HORSE+ 94 + + +MY DONKEY+ 95 + + +BABY IN THE BARNYARD+ 96 + + +BABY’S GOOD-NIGHT+ 98 + + +DOGS+ 100 + + +MY ANIMALS+ 101 + + +_V. BROWN BABY BALLADS_ + + +SIX LITTLE ESKIMO+ 105 + + +PICCANINNY LULLABY+ 107 + + +THE MEXICAN BABIES+ 109 + + +THE LITTLE PIUTE+ 111 + + +THE HONOLULU BOY+ 113 + + +A SAMOA SLEEPY-SONG+ 114 + + + + + A RING AROUND OF PLAYTIME + + [Illustration: Elfin Songs of Sunland] + + + + + COME AWAY CHILDREN + + + COME away children, frisk along with me, + For I’ll be the piper and merry will we be; + With laughter and dancing and sports to make us gay, + O there’s sunshine and there’s singing--come away, come away! + + Come away children, leave the town behind; + Follow me to Happy-land and see what we shall find, + Where the flowers smile to see you and the birdies trill and play + Just because the sun is shining--come away, come away! + + Come away children, I’ll pipe an elfin tune + And we’ll play that we are fairies dancing in the summer moon; + We’ll pretend that we are flowers in the carnival of May + If you’ll join the merry crew and come away, come away! + + + + + HAND-ORGAN MAN + + + HAND-ORGAN MAN, O hand-organ man, + Grind out the music as fast as you can, + With a tum-turi tum-turi hippity hay, + And a red-coated monkey to frolic and play. + + The organ rings merrily on down the street, + And the very policeman steps out to your beat, + When, sucking her stick of molasses, comes Jennie + To give that impertinent monkey a penny. + + O toodle de toodle de, hand-organ grinder, + No man in the city to children is kinder, + And my little kid brother just played not to care + When the monkey jumped on him and grabbed at his hair. + + + + + POPPING CORN + + + COME, you merry little fellows, + Poke the coals and blow the bellows; + Here’s the popper, shell the corn, + And let it pop this winter morn. + + Pop-a-tee-pop-pop-pop! + See the kernels skip and hop, + See them puff out full and white, + Hear them crackle in affright. + + Now shake, shake, shake, + Till your hands and faces bake; + Tip it, turn it, + Or you’ll burn it, + And a dreadful muss you’ll make. + + Now it’s done we’ll have a feast; + Smallest hands must take the least! + Hot and crisp and white and sweet,-- + Isn’t this a jolly treat! + + [Illustration: Around the fire popping corn] + + + + + THE BAKER MAN + + + O WHO do you think is the baker man, + And how do you think he makes his cake? + He mixes his dough in an old tin can + And puts it out in the sun to bake. + He pats pats pats at his little mud pies; + He rounds them and rolls them and looks so wise. + + The baker man is my brother Ned, + And out in the garden he’s working away, + Right by the scarlet geranium bed, + And his hands and his face are just covered with clay, + As he pats pats pats at his little mud pies; + As he rounds them and rolls them and looks so wise. + + [Illustration: Ned making mud pies in the garden] + + + + + TOPS + + + HOW would you like to be a top, + To be made to spin till you couldn’t stop;-- + To be pitched head first from a coil of string, + To be made to dance till you sigh and swing? + + There’s the top that is whipped and the top with a peg + That gouges its brother and leaves him to beg; + There’s the musical top with holes in its side, + That is said to have played till it fell down and died. + + But of all the tops that ever were spun, + The biggest are those of the old daddy Sun; + And I’ll wager he has just the jolliest sport + With the Earth and with Saturn and tops of that sort. + + [Illustration: Top spins from a coil of string] + + + + + THE KITE + + + BLOW, wind, blow, wind, + Fly, kite, fly! + On and on you go, wind, + Up, kite, high! + + Out sweeps your tail, kite, + Tug on the string; + Far away you sail, kite, + Proudly you swing. + + If I were like you, kite, + One white wing, + With nothing else to do, kite, + But tug upon the string. + + I’d sail up from town, kite, + To see the moon’s back, + And then slide down, kite, + The Milky-Way’s track. + + [Illustration: Flying a kite] + + + + + THE SEE-SAW + + + O BALANCE the ladder atop of the rail, + And up we go, down we go, all in a gale, + Singing like birds as we teeter away, + Bouncing and jouncing each other in play. + + You are Queen Sally and I am King Peter, + And where are we going astride of our teeter? + Riding to fairyland, over the moon. + Up we go,--down!--and we’ll be there soon. + + + + + SOAP BUBBLES + + + FLUBBLETY, flopplety, bubble and spatter, + Soap-suds and water and clay-pipes and chatter! + Puff little cheeklets and blow, blow, blow! + Look at the bubbles beginning to grow! + + O what a beauty, all purple and pink! + Whiff! it has vanished before you can think! + Now look at this one with clouds and a tree + Swimming about in a gold-lighted sea! + + Hurrah, it is floating away through the air! + Car of the fairies was never more fair. + Zip comes a goblin and clips it away! + What will the fairy who rode in it say? + + + + + THE BRASS BAND + + + IT makes me feel so fine and gay + When drums are beat and bugles play; + I think I’d like to be a king + And rule the earth and everything. + + The big bass-drum + Goes dum, dum, dum, + The horns play tweedle dee, + And every toot and every beat + Just catches hold of my two feet + And makes them run away from me. + And this is what I hear them say + As down the street they march away: + Te dum ratta dum, ratta dum, dum dee, + Te dum, ratta dum, shout hurrah boys with me! + Tweedle twee twee twee, tweedle anything you can, + For I’m going to be a soldier when I get to be a man! + + [Illustration: I’m going to be a soldier when I get to be a man] + + + + + THE MERRY-GO-ROUND + + + STAND still, Mr. Horse, while I jump on your back + To ride in the ring of the whirligig’s track. + The boys and girls shout as the man cries, “Hold fast.” + The music is playing--we’re started at last! + + O faster and faster we rock and we spin + Around, keeping time to the musical din, + Then I pull on my reins and cry “Whoa!” to the horse, + For that is the right way to stop him, of course. + + But we go and we go and we don’t mind a pin + If we end where we started and have to begin + On the merry-go-round, the merry-go-round-- + ’Tis the best kind of travel I ever have found! + + + + + THE OVERLAND FLYER + + + TO-TOO! to-too! Ka-ding, ka-dong! + Down the mole comes the flyer a-zipping along,-- + Smoke clouds panting and hissing of steam, + Rattling of rails and a sudden scream! + + The iron dragon snorts up to the station, + The proudest beast in the wide creation; + Fed on fire it puffs and blows, + Cyclops-eyed like a fiend it glows. + + We kiss our hands to the friends by the Bay, + On the dragon’s tail we are whisked away, + And faster we whiz by the glistening shore,-- + Towns spin past as we ride with a roar. + + Now the iron throat is gasping astrain + As the beast up the mountains is dragging his train. + O where are you taking us, monster of steel? + Out in the darkness the pine-trees reel! + + Over the desert we swing and fly, + Towns and prairies are flashing by; + When, lo! to your castle you plunge in the night,-- + The great walls tower in ghostly light. + + Does a princess live in that tall black tower? + Are all of the people here under your power? + I never was certain that dragons were true + Till I got on your tail and rode with you! + + + + + SPORTS + + + SNAP-the-whip and tug-of-war-- + What is all this tussle for? + Hare-and-hounds and prisoners-base, + Just to make you puff and race! + + Balls to bat and balls to kick + Make you nimble, make you quick; + And anyhow I like to play, + So come on boys,--hurray, hurray! + + + + + THE SWIMMING POOL + + + WE boys love to swim on a hot summer day + In the pool where the pond-lilies float; + There’s Willie and Frankie and Bennie and Jay + Adrift in a leaky old boat. + + As Ben splashes under, a kingfisher cries: + “You’ll frighten my fish with your noise,” + While the frog on the lily-pad croaks in surprise: + “What awkward great creatures are boys!” + + The poor little catfish way down in the mud + Can’t imagine what’s coming its way + As Frank dives head-first with a splash and a thud, + Close followed by Willie and Jay. + + Then to lie in the sand when the swimming is done, + While the skater-bugs dance on the stream! + Just a tickle of wind and a shower of sun + And a sigh of content as we dream! + + + + + A SONG OF LEONARDE + + + SUNSHINE boy of the world of play, + Laughing out in the wind away, + Singing free as a song-bird wild,-- + O that is the way of my elfin child! + + Love in the heart thro’ the day-bright hours, + Joy on the lips like the smiling flowers, + Peace on the face when the night is starred + And sleep steals over my Leonarde. + + + + + SONGS OF THE WILDWOOD + + + + + A CHILD’S BOOK + + + THERE are many good books, my child, + But the best of them all for you + Is the book that is hid in the greenwood wild, + All bound in a cover of blue. + + ’Tis the book of the birds and the bees, + Of the flowers and the fish in the brook; + You may learn how to read if you go to the trees + And open your eyes and look. + + [Illustration: A child holds a book] + + + + + A LESSON + + + TELL me little spider, + Who taught you how to spin? + Tell me little minnow, + How you learned to use your fin? + + Tell me little swallow, + Who taught you how to fly? + And they each said, “It is easy + If you only try and try.” + + [Illustration: How? It is easy if you try] + + + + + A WINTER WALK + + + IN the Berkeley Hills for miles away + I went a-roaming one winter’s day, + And what do you think I saw, my dear? + A place where the sky came down to the hill, + And a big white cloud on the fresh green grass, + And bright red berries my basket to fill, + And mustard that grew in a golden mass,-- + All on a winter’s day, my dear! + + + + + WINTER RAIN IN CALIFORNIA + + + SEE the little drops of rain, + Falling, falling, + Softly calling + Flowers back to life again. + + First the blades of grass appear, + Upward creeping, + Shyly peeping + O’er the meadow far and near. + + Then the mustard spreads its gold,-- + Opes its flowers + To the showers, + Little heeding winter’s cold. + + Poppies’ velvet petals glow; + Each new-comer + Thinks ’tis summer, + Though the winter breezes blow. + + And the little drops of rain, + Softly falling + Still are calling + Flowers forth on hill and plain. + + + + + MR. WIND + + + O APRIL fields are fair to see-- + Tum tiddle tum, tiddle tum tum tee! + The grass and the snow play at hide and seek, + And the sun ’round the rim of a cloud will peek; + O fie and fiddle and ha ha he! + + Up came an old man as I sang my song, + With a “Hi, Johnnie, hi; skip along, skip along!” + “And who are you, sir?” said I; and quoth he: + “Mr. Wind is my name, hop along with me”; + So we skipped and we hopped along long long. + + O his beard was towsled, his hair blew free-- + Tum tiddle tum; little matter to me! + For he whistled and piped as we danced away, + And the best of companions I found him in play-- + O fie and fiddle and ha ha he! + + + + + WILD WOOD BOGIES + + + HIST little toddlekins, whisk and away! + Now is the time for the bogies to play; + Patter of foot-pads and eyes brightly glowing, + Noses that sniffle the night breezes blowing, + Bogies are romping the wildwood in glee, + Frisking and scampering, nimble and free. + + Who are the velvet-foot, fire-eyed bogies? + Coons and coyotes and wild woodland roguies! + Playing at night-time when baby’s asleep; + Whisk! did you see that ghost jack-rabbit leap? + “Boo!” and “Boo-hoo!” cries the fluffy horned-owl, + And the wolf in the pine-woods calls back with a howl. + + The panther slinks on in the trail of the deer, + The wood-rats have run to their tunnels in fear, + And down the steep mountain with snuffling and shuffling + A clumsy she-bear with her cubbies is scuffling; + For night is the time for the bogies to roam,-- + Hist, little toddlekins, fly to your home! + + + + + THE COYOTE + + + CROUCHING in his monkish gray, + Crunching at his dying prey, + Furtive eyes and pricking ears, + Haunted by a hundred fears!-- + Yet the cotton-tail trembles to see him pass + With his pat pat patter on the parching grass! + + Lolling tongue and panting sides,-- + ’Mid the tawny grass he hides. + Lowered is his bushy tail, + Keen of snout he sniffs the trail; + But he yelps and howls like a mad thing at night, + With his kai yi yi in the moon’s dim light. + + Friendless prowler, sage-brush thief, + Hunted rover, desert chief! + Even you who friendless roam + Have a loving mate at home,-- + And her little ones yelp in their lair with delight + As she pat pat patters anear through the night. + + [Illustration: A coyote] + + + + + THE HUMMINGBIRD + + + BUZ-Z! whir-r!--a flash and away! + A midget bejeweled ’mid flowers at play! + A snip of a birdling, the blossom-bells’ king, + A waif of the sun-beams on quivering wing! + + O prince of the fairies, O pigmy of fire, + Will nothing those brave little wings of yours tire? + You follow the flowers from southern lands sunny, + You pry amid petals all summer for honey. + + Now rest on a twig, tiny flowerland sprite, + Your dear little lady sits near in delight; + In a wee felted basket she lovingly huddles,-- + Two dots of white eggs to her warm breast she cuddles! + + Whiz-z! whiff! off to your flowers! + Buzz ’mid the perfume of jasmine bowers! + Chatter and chirrup, my king of the fays, + And laugh at the song that I sing in your praise. + + [Illustration: A hummingbird] + + + + + THE ROAD-RUNNER + + + A GRAY-STREAKED road-runner scurrying by + In a sage-brush valley, I happened to spy,-- + Long-legged and thin-billed, with a stretched-out tail, + And a comical body as thin as a rail! + + Oh surely, I thought, what a sad slim fowl + Compared with his neighbor the well-fed owl! + Till he pounced on a snake with a rapturous squeak, + And rapped the poor reptile a clip with his beak. + + Then why is he nothing but feathers and skin? + Is it running so fast that has worn him so thin? + Just think what would happen, my lad, to you, + If you ran all day like a ground cuckoo. + + [Illustration: A road-runner] + + + + + THE BURROWING OWL + + + MY blinkety owlet atop of your mound, + Is your mate tucked away in a hole in the ground? + You bare-footed gnome in your striped suit of dun, + With your fluffy white babies that bask in the sun! + + See her bobbing and blinking + As if she were thinking + Of the poor lady cricket + That chirps in the thicket! + + With a snap and a chatter + Mrs. Owlet is at her, + And whisk! she is beaten + And crunched up and eaten!-- + That poor lady cricket + That chirped in the thicket! + + My blinkety owlet, go down in your hole, + And sleep in your nest like a squirrel or mole! + Who’d think that a bird could have toes for a trowel + To grub in the ground like a burrowing owl! + + + + + THE CRESTED JAY + + + THE jay is a jovial bird,--heigh-ho! + He chatters all day + In a frolicsome way + With the murmuring breezes that blow,--heigh-ho! + + Hear him noisily call + From a red-wood tree tall + To his mate in the opposite tree, heigh-ho! + Saying: “How do you do?” + As his top-knot of blue + Is raised as polite as can be,--heigh-ho! + + Oh impudent jay + With your plumage so gay + And your manners so jaunty and free,--heigh-ho! + How little you guessed + When you robbed the wren’s nest, + That any stray fellow would see,--heigh-ho! + + [Illustration: Any stray fellow would see] + + + + + TROUBLE IN THE TREES + + + THE birds had a meeting,-- + The owl was judge; + But a jay came along + And said ’twas all fudge. + + With a quill in his ear + The shore-lark was clerk; + The wren was a witness, + And how she did perk! + + The king-bird was sheriff + And brought in the shrike, + When a goldfinch could scarcely + Conceal her dislike. + + What talking and squawking, + What whetting of bills! + What ruffling of feathers, + What bristling of quills! + + Till a fox heard the chatter + And pounced on the jay, + When swallows and sparrows + And all flew away! + + [Illustration: An owl] + + + + + THE SQUIRREL + + + IT must be risky + To frolic so frisky + Up in a swaying tree; + To scamper and skip + On a pine tree’s tip + As you chatter away at me! + + Now what’s your hurry, + You wood-imp furry, + In your snug little suit of gray? + You romp and rolic + With fun and frolic + Like wind with the leaves at play. + + O nervous nixie + With ways so trixie, + Fidgety sprite so frail! + Sit up and munch + At your pine-nut lunch + In the shade of your bushy tail! + + [Illustration: A squirrel munching a pine-nut] + + + + + THE POLLIWOG THAT LOST ITS TAIL + + + A WIGGLY little polliwog lived in a pool + On the edge of a stream where the water was cool, + Till one day he turned very green and pale + For he found that he surely was losing his tail, + And legs were sprouting and he caught the croup + As he crawled up the bank with a hoarse, “Ge-loup! + Ca-thump, ca-lump, ca-chug, ca-chook! + + Oh what can have happened?” he asked with a croak; + “This seems like a regular bull-frog joke.” + Then he stretched his legs for a mighty jump, + And right in the water he landed ka-plump; + Which made him smile from ear to ear, + For he felt so very delightfully queer + As he called to his mate, “I’m a frog, my dear!” + + [Illustration: Frog stretches his legs for a mighty jump] + + + + + THE HORNED TOAD + + + HORNYKINS, Hornykins, open your eye, + For close to your nose is a blue-bottle fly! + Toadykins ruffle your spines and your frills + And scurry away on the rocks to the hills! + + Little squat goblin, all bristling with spikes, + Flattened-out lizard that nobody likes, + Stone-colored hermit of sage-brush and sand, + You’re the drollest hobgoblin of no-baby’s land! + + [Illustration: Horned toad] + + + + + A FAIRY IN A FLOWER + + + A TINY gold fairy flew into a flower + One morning at cock-crow, to hide from a shower; + The drops fell a patter upon his tent roof, + But what did it matter while leaves were rain proof? + + He found in the flower fine honey to eat; + “So-so,” sang the fairy, “the food here is sweet! + No prince in his palace fares better than I, + Alone in my chalice with storms blowing by!” + + Now what do you think is the name of this fairy + Who hid from the shower in lily-bell airy? + His coat is bright yellow, black banded with fuzz;-- + This bumble-bee gay with his musical buzz! + + + + + BUTTERCUP + + + BUTTERCUP, buttercup, + Why don’t you hurry up + Out of the ground so cold! + With your little coat yellow, + You dear little fellow, + Why doesn’t your blossom unfold? + + [Illustration: Waiting for the buttercup blossom to unfold] + + + + + THE COLUMBINE + + + FIVE doves the fairies took away + To the deep dark wood one summer day, + And they hung them up on a slender spray,-- + Heigh-ho for the columbine! + + Red and gold were the doves they took; + With heads outstretched the birdlings shook, + Till the fairies sang them to sleep by the brook,-- + Heigh-ho for the columbine! + + + + + THE LEOPARD LILY + + + IN the forest stilly + The leopard lily + Sways on her stem so stately; + Tall as a child + In the mountains wild, + She stands and nods sedately. + + Orange and red + Is her dappled head + And her anthers brown are a-quiver; + O fie on you, lily, + So vain and silly + To look at yourself in the river! + + + + + JOHNNY JUMP-UP + + + AS I walked under a black-oak tree + A little Johnny Jump-up laughed at me. + Here you yellow elf, + Go and laugh to yourself, + Or wink at the cricket that chirps on your knee. + Ha ha ha! he he he! + Merry Johnny Jump-up, wild and free! + + + + + SONG OF THE BROWN LILY + + + FAIRY bells of green and brown + Hanging high in a fairy town, + With cloth of gold beneath them spread + And mossy nooks for the fairies’ bed! + + Who is it rings the fairy bells, + Ding dong! ding dong! down in the dells! + Who is it flits to the fairies’ ball? + The bee and the beetle have heard their call, + Ding dong! ding dong! down in the dells! + + + + + SHOOTING STAR FLOWERS + + + STARS of childhood, + Stars of the wildwood, + Shooting stars of purple and pink, + Stars that hang in trembling showers, + Stars of spring that are more than flowers, + Swinging blithe at the cañon’s brink! + + Birds are playing + Above you, swaying, + Beloved stars of the woodland spring! + Children shout and sing when they see you, + And where is the fairy who dares to free you, + Joyous spirits that sway and swing! + + + + + THE SCARLET LARKSPUR + + + MERRY wee red-coats were frisking and dancing + Down in the rocky glen, + And the jolly old sun o’er the mountains was glancing + At the merry wee red-coated men. + + Each little man had a horn on his head, + And the old sun laughed as he got out of bed! + The wind played a tune + And they danced until noon, + And, “A jolly good time we’ve had,” they said. + + + + + THE TRILLIUM + + + O TRILLIUM dear + I am glad you are here, + While March rains are pattering, + Brooklets are clattering, + Kinglets are chattering, + And you, pretty thing, + Are just smiling and dreaming of spring. + + O shade-loving sprite, + The cañon’s delight,-- + Three petals wine-red, + Three leaves broadly spread, + You leap from your bed + In joy, pretty thing, + To sway in the breezes of spring. + + + + + BABY BLUE-EYES + + + BONNY baby blue-eyes + Twinkling in the grass, + Smiling on the sunny hill + To see the children pass! + + Of all the flowers of spring-time + The fairest and the frailest! + There’s gladness in your baby eyes,-- + The purest and the palest! + + + + + WHO KNOWS ROSALIE? + + + WHO knows Rosalie? + There goes Rosalie + Out where her roses are growing! + The dear little tot + With her watering pot + Where the daisies are nodding and blowing. + + It’s six o’ the clock + And the lily bells rock + In the merry warm month of July; + And Rosalie tells + All the whispering bells + Of the tear in the violet’s eye. + + + + + TO A WILD ROSE + + + DEAR little rose, so sweet and fair, + You give your perfume to the air, + You give your honey to the bee, + And all the day long you smile at me. + + O teach me, little rose, the way + To smile at people all the day, + To give from my heart-store the sweet + To every one I chance to meet. + + + + + THE QUEEN OF THE FAIRIES + + + I WANT to go out in the woods and play + That I am the queen of the fairies to-day; + So I’ll gather some stars from the midnight sky + (There are plenty to spare in the jewels on high) + And I’ll have them set in a crown of gold; + For a sceptre a tiger lily I’ll hold; + A violet bed will be my throne + And the beautiful world will be mine alone. + + I’ll make one law my realm to bind, + That everybody must just be kind + And love all children and flowers and birds + And always speak in gentle words. + What a happy land will my kingdom be + Where hopes are high and hearts are free! + + + + + QUIPS AND CRANKS + + + + + MY AUNTIE + + + HOW would you like to have for an auntie + Kittie ka dink ka dee ka dantie? + Kittie ka dink + With frolicsome wink, + Kittie ka dink + With ruffles of pink, + Kittie ka dink,-- + Now what do you think + Of Kittie ka dink for an auntie? + + Kittie ka dink ka dee + Is as bright as a bumble bee, + Kittie ka dink ka dee, + She dresses my dolls for me! + Kittie ka dink ka dee,-- + + If you knew her I’m sure you’d agree + That Kittie ka dink + With frolicsome wink + In ruffles of pink, + Is the jolliest kind of an auntie! + + [Illustration: Kittie ka dink] + + + + + THE BEAR HUNTER + + + IF I should meet a grizzly bear + A-roaming from his mountain lair, + I’d just get down on hands and knees + And growl around among the trees. + + Then if my growling didn’t scare + That great ferocious grizzly bear, + I’d sing a song and at my ease + Just try my best the bear to please. + + + + + TRYING TO PLAY + + + O A gentleman dressed in a high top hat + Rode on a hobby-horse just like that. + “Mr. Man, Mr. Man, O what is the matter?” + “Little boy, let me hear no more of your chatter.” + + So he pranced and he kicked till his glasses fell off, + And he puffed and he choked till it made him cough; + Then he stopped and said in his solemn way, + “My child, I was merely attempting to play.” + + + + + MAGGIE MULDOON + + + O DOWN at Milpitas there was an old hag + Who drove to town with a bobtail nag. + She rattled along in a rickety rig, + With a red bandana to cover her wig. + + When a wheel came off and she tumbled ka-flop, + She hobbled away to the blacksmith shop; + And the blacksmith said: “O Maggie Muldoon, + If you’ll dance me a breakdown I’ll sing you a tune!” + + + + + THE BOOBITY BUMPKIN + + + A BOOBITY bumpity bumpkin + Was sent to town with a pumpkin, + But he stumbled and tripped + As he hippity skipped, + And smackety smash went the pumpkin! + + + + + FARMER JONES’S GOAT + + + OLD Farmer Jones had a frisky old goat + That wore a long beard and a hairy black coat, + With hoofs on its feet and horns on its head, + And a sad hungry look on its face while it fed. + + Now what do you think was its favorite caper? + It would eat Farmer Jones’s weekly Saturday paper; + But the diet was more than the goat could endure, + So it fed upon sawdust and rags for a cure. + + + + + POOR MR. MIDAS + + + O POOR Mr. Midas did nothing but think + Of the sound that his money made,--chink, chink, chink! + He filled his pockets, he filled his shoes, + But the more he gathered the less he could use. + + It weighed on his mind till he scarce slept a wink, + And then he would dream of the chink, chink, chink. + He filled his boxes, he filled his bed, + And so there was nothing to fill but his head. + + + + + THREE WISE MEN + + + THREE wise men sailed away on a bat, + But the one who was bald forgot his hat; + The one who made music forgot his fife, + And the one who was married forgot his wife. + + The bat flew straight to the Man in the Moon, + And they said, “Kind sir, is it night or noon?” + So the Man in the Moon his brain he racked + And decided the three wise men were cracked. + + + + + A GOBBLER IN TROUBLE + + + O WHAT would the turkey gobbler do + If he got the hiccoughs before he was through + With his gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble? + + I’m sure that he could never see through the joke + If he started to gobble and stopped to choke + In his gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble. + + The puffed-out fool would grow red in the face, + And the hens would laugh at their lord’s disgrace, + At his gobble, hic! gobble, hic! gobble-gobble-gobble! + + + + + THE TALE OF A POOR LITTLE WORM + + + JUST listen to that, + Rat-atat-tat! + “’Tis a woodpecker,” whispered a worm. + As he crouched in a cranny + He called to his granny, + “Hark hark, hark hark, + Rap-a-tap on the bark, + That noise makes me shiver and squirm!” + + Then a long barbed tongue + Right through him was flung, + And down in the gizzard he wallowed; + It made him grow pale + Till he thought of the whale + With Jonah inside, + Then he shivered and cried: + “’Tis a fatal mistake to be swallowed.” + + + + + RHYMES FOR TODDLERS + + + + + TO PUSSY WHITE + + + LITTLE white furrykins, + Sly pussie purrykins, + Snoozing all day by the grate + Pinky-nosed kittie cat, + Who wouldn’t pity that + Snip of a mouse that you ate! + + Hittlety skittlety, + Mousie squeaked, “Mercy me!”-- + Off went his head with a snap; + Ere he knew what had jolted him, + Kittie had bolted him + And stretched herself out for a nap. + + + + + CHINA DOLLS + + + THERE are china cups and china dolls + And Chinamen galore, + All huddled in together + In a little China store. + + The china cups are pretty + And the china dolls, O dear, + I wish I had a hundred + Sitting round me now, right here. + + But the Chinaman that sells them, + With his slits of eyes askew, + And hair all braided down his back + In such a funny queue!-- + + If all his dolls should grow and grow + Until like him they grew, + And I should have the care of them, + O dear, what would I do? + + + + + DOLLIE’S LULLABY + + + DOLLIE’S in the cradle + Falling fast asleep; + Hush, little mamma, + Run and take a peep. + + Whisper low to dollie: + “Dream of pleasant things, + Fairies in the doll house + A-dance in fairy rings; + + “Fairies round the cradle + Flying to and fro, + Singing in the moonlight + Fairy music low.” + + Shut are dollie’s eyelids, + Cover up her arm; + Keep the little dollie dear + Safe from every harm. + + [Illustration: Covering Dollie in the cradle] + + + + + BABY LIFE + + + WHAT can little baby do? + Clap his hands and coo and coo; + Kick and roll and smile and grow,-- + That is why we love him so! + + [Illustration: Baby] + + + + + LITTLE BROTHER + + + LITTLE brother full of glee, + With dainty hand and dimpled knee, + Chubby little laughing boy, + Father’s pride and Mother’s joy! + + Ringlets gold on shapely head, + Smiles that break ere tears have fled, + Eyes of blue that open wide, + Wondering at the world outside! + + Merry spirit, sweetly wild, + Why are you, my precious child, + Dearer far than any other + Loving sister’s little brother? + + + + + PLAYING HORSE + + + HORSE and cart and tinkling lines, + Rattling under the passion vines; + Up the road and down the lane + And round the yard to the door again! + + Babe is driver, snap the whip! + Watch the turn and don’t you tip. + Nero barks as the chickens scatter, + Dust is flying and cart-wheels clatter. + + Nell, the cook at the kitchen door, + Wonders what the noise is for. + Round the house on the run they go + Till baby calls to the horsie,--“whoa!” + + + + + MY DONKEY + + + MY little Donkey is a dear, + We call her Mistress Bunny, + Her ears are very long and queer + And her voice is O so funny,-- + Haw-he, haw-he, haw-he! + + I saddle her and bridle her + And on her back I climb + To ride around the Berkeley streets + And have a happy time,-- + Haw-he, haw-he, haw-he! + + I tied her with a long, long rope + Where she could eat the grass, + But O my burro broke her rope + And ran away, alas! + Haw-he, haw-he, haw-he! + + + + + BABY IN THE BARNYARD + + + BABY with the big blue eyes, + Tell me why you look so wise + When you watch the kitties play, + Or old Billy eating hay. + + Do the horses talk to you, + Baby with the eyes of blue? + Can you tell me what they say + When they look at you and neigh? + + And the romping kitties, too, + When they cry out, mew, mew, mew, + Have they secrets, baby dear, + Only meant for you to hear? + + When the doggie says, bow-wow + To the lazy muley-cow, + And the cow replies, moo, moo, + Are they talking still to you? + + And the piggie in her pen, + Grunting to the setting hen, + Ugh, ugh, ugh, can baby tell + What the piggie means to spell? + + Lying in her bed at morn, + Baby hears a lusty horn + Sounding, rook-a-dook-a-doo! + And baby laughs as if she knew. + + Baby loves them, one and all, + And she answers when they call; + And they tell her wondrous tales + Of the barnyard, hills and dales. + + + + + BABY’S GOOD-NIGHT + + + LITTLE eyes droop in the dim evening light; + Wave your hand, little maiden, good-bye, good-night; + + Throw a kiss to the doggie--he’s wagging his tail-- + And wave to the muley-cow down in the dale. + + Hark! hark! she is ringing good-night with her bell;-- + Now toss to the kitties a sweet farewell. + + Good-night to the birds, in the branches asleep, + Good-night to the stars that twinkle and peep; + + Good-night to the horn of the moon in the west, + And toddle away to your warm little nest. + + [Illustration: Wave your hand, little maiden, good-bye, good-night] + + + + + DOGS + + + I HAVE many little doggie friends; + There’s Jip who wags at both his ends, + And Buddie like a ball of silk, + Who laps the cream and sniffs at milk, + And Judie with her rubber ball + Who never minds me when I call, + And Rab who runs before the horse,-- + I love to hear him bark, of course, + ’Cept sometimes he most barks in two, + And then I wish he’d stop, don’t you? + + + + + MY ANIMALS + + + HAVE you seen my little animals + Shut in a paper house?-- + There’s a donkey and a camel + With a kittie and a mouse; + + There’s a doggie and an elephant, + A lion and a bear, + All huddled in together, + And they never seem to care! + + O I’m very, very hungry + And I think I’d like to eat + The donkey and the lion + And the elephant for meat; + + They are all made out of crackers, + And if Mamma says I may, + I’ll eat a half a bag of them + And give the rest away. + + [Illustration: Boy with bag of acrackers] + + + + + BROWN BABY BALLADS + + + + + SIX LITTLE ESKIMO + + + SIX jolly little Eskimo + Lived in the land of ice and snow. + They played with their ivory dolls all night + In a stuffy igloo with a smoky oil light. + I wouldn’t live in a smoky igloo, + Would you? + + They dressed in seal-skin from hood to heel; + I wonder how such a suit would feel! + They chewed their blubber and smacked their lips + And wiggled their toes and finger tips, + But I wouldn’t like such food to chew, + Would you? + + And when they were tired of eating and play + Their mammas stowed them safely away + In the big white skin of a polar bear. + Six little black heads in a row were there, + But I wouldn’t like to be one of that crew, + Would you? + + [Illustration: Little Eskimo dressed in seal-skin] + + + + + PICCANINNY LULLABY + + + BAH low mah littl’ honey, + Bah low, littl’ piccaninny boy, + Shoo, shoo, littl’ coon, mah sonny, + Stop yoh winkin’ at yoh mammy, littl’ joy. + + Sh! Sh! de wind comes creepin’, + Now cuddle close to mammy--so--so. + Quit yoh fussin’, don’ yoh know it’s time foh sleepin’ + When de moon peeks in an’ tells yoh, littl’ Joe? + + Go to sleep, shut yoh eyes, littl’ coon + Or de Voodoo come an’ fetch yoh right away; + Carry yoh cleah up into de moon, + An’ den what would yoh poh old mammy say? + + + + + THE MEXICAN BABIES + + + THE Mexican babies are chubby and gay; + Each family has ten or a dozen, + And all in the town are related, they say, + From a first to a twentieth cousin. + + The house is adobe, the floor is of dirt; + In the patio sheltered and sunny + The babies can toddle with never a shirt + While their mammas can sing without money. + + If the little black-headed brown baby should cry, + Or madre grow sick of his prattle, + His tears in an instant his sister can dry + With the end of a snake for a rattle. + + Their little black dogs are a sight to behold, + All hairless and wrinkled as mummies; + With blankets about them to keep out the cold, + And the babies about them for chummies. + + How happy these imps from the day they are born,-- + They toddle and tumble in tatters; + Their faces are dirty, their clothes are all torn, + But nobody thinks that it matters. + + + + + THE LITTLE PIUTE + + + UP in Winnemucca in Piute land, + Where the hot sun falls on the sage-brush sand, + A little papoose in a basket lay, + Fat as a badger and ready for play. + + Mahali was proud of the way he grew + Upon acorn soup and on pine-nut stew; + She caught him a lizard and let it wiggle, + Which set him off in a Piute giggle. + + But the brush hut is lonely, for father’s not there; + In ghost-land he’s hunting the bison and bear. + Soon you will follow; alas--too soon, + As your clan moves on toward the setting moon! + + + + + THE HONOLULU BOY + + + COCOANUT milk and poi, + Cocoanut curds and fish, + For the Honolulu boy,-- + What more could a baby wish? + + Taro and yams and chicken,-- + Baby shall have a feast,-- + Bones of the pig for pickin’, + Fat little face well greased! + + A sleep in the house of grasses, + A swim in the cool lagoon, + A kiss as the trade wind passes, + And a low Kanaka tune! + + + + + A SAMOA SLEEPY-SONG + + + LIE on your mat, little tama, and sleep; + The pigeon has gone to its rest in the palm; + I see the bright moon through the ifi trees peep, + And the sleepy waves sing on the coral reef calm. + + Sing to my tama, soft waves of the sea; + Some day he’ll ride in his rocking canoe,-- + Ride on your laughing crests, happy and free, + Joyous to roll on your rollicking blue. + + Sleep, little tama, the bats flutter low, + The breeze through the breadfruit-tree sighs to the star; + And out on the water, with torches aglow, + Your father and brother are fishing afar. + + Tina will tuck the siapo around; + Sleep, little chief, for the spirits are nigh! + Fish-gods and wind-gods, and gods of the ground + Watch my brown baby as round him they fly! + + [Illustration: Lie on your mat, little tama, and sleep] + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75901 *** diff --git a/75901-h/75901-h.htm b/75901-h/75901-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..36adae3 --- /dev/null +++ b/75901-h/75901-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,3506 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> +<head> + <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <title> + Elfin Songs of Sunland | Project Gutenberg + </title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> + +body { + margin-left: 10%; 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Certain typographic errors were silently corrected.</p> +<p>2. Illustrations moved next to Song-titles, were contextually captioned.</p> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</span></p> + +<div class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<figure class="figcenter illowp48" id="cover-page.jpg" style="max-width: 50em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/cover-page.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> +</div> + +<div class="chapter x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</span></p> +<h1>Elfin Songs of Sunland</h1> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</span></p> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<div class="bbox"> + +<p class="center"> +<span class="font2 xlarge">ELFIN SONGS<br> +OF SUNLAND</span><br> +<span class="font2">BY CHARLES KEELER</span></p> +<figure class="figcenter illowp98" id="titlepage1p" style="max-width: 33.1875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/titlepage1p.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="cb large"><span class="font3">DECORATIONS <span class="allsmcap">BY</span> LOUISE KEELER<br> +FOURTH EDITION</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="titlepage2p" style="max-width: 33.1875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/titlepage2p.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> +<p class="center bold xlarge">LIVE OAK PUBLISHING COMPANY<br> +Berkeley California</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</span></p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p class="center"> +<span class="smcap">Copyright 1904 by</span><br> +CHARLES KEELER<br> +<br> +<span class="smcap">Copyright 1904 by</span><br> +CHARLES KEELER<br> +(For Second Edition)<br> +<br> +<span class="smcap">Copyright 1914 by</span><br> +CHARLES KEELER<br> +(For Third Edition)<br> +<br> +<span class="smcap">Copyright 1920 by</span><br> +CHARLES KEELER<br> +(For Fourth Edition)<br> +<br> +<br> +Decorations by<br> +LOUISE KEELER<br> +</p> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="DEDICATION">DEDICATION</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry"><div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<div class="verse">Elfin songs of sunland,</div> +<div class="verse">Frolicland and funland;</div> +<div class="verse">Little rhymes of child hours,</div> +<div class="verse">Wood elves and wild flowers;</div> +<div class="verse">Jingles of the forest green,</div> +<div class="verse">Songs for little Merodine!</div> +</div></div></div></div> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp54" id="image-v" style="max-width: 19.1875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image-v.jpg" alt="Merodine"> +</figure> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="image-vi" style="max-width: 36.6875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image-vi.jpg" alt="Boy with owl"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="NAMES_OF_THE_SONGS">NAMES OF THE SONGS</h2> +</div> + +<table data-summary="contents"> + +<colgroup> + <col style="width: 15%;"> + <col style="width: 70%;"> + <col style="width: 15%;"> +</colgroup> + +<tbody> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"></td> +<td class="tdr"></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"></td> +<td class="tdr">PAGE</td> +</tr> + +<tr><td class="tdl"></td><td class="tdc"></td><td class="tdr"></td></tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl mtop1" colspan="3"><a href="#A_RING_AROUND_OF_PLAYTIME"><i>I. A RING AROUND OF PLAYTIME</i></a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#COME_AWAY_CHILDREN"><span class="smcap">Come Away Children</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">1</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#HAND-ORGAN_MAN"><span class="smcap">Hand-Organ Man</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">3</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#POPPING_CORN"><span class="smcap">Popping Corn</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">5</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_BAKER_MAN"><span class="smcap">The Baker Man</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">7</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#TOPS"><span class="smcap">Tops</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">9</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_KITE"><span class="smcap">The Kite</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">11</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_SEE-SAW"><span class="smcap">The See-Saw</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">13</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#SOAP_BUBBLES"><span class="smcap">Soap Bubbles</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">14</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_BRASS_BAND"><span class="smcap">The Brass Band</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">15</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_MERRY-GO-ROUND"><span class="smcap">The Merry-go-Round</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">17</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_OVERLAND_FLYER"><span class="smcap">The Overland Flyer</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">19</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#SPORTS"><span class="smcap">Sports</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">21</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_SWIMMING_POOL"><span class="smcap">The Swimming Pool</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">22</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#A_SONG_OF_LEONARDE"><span class="smcap">A Song of Leonarde</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">24</td> +</tr> + +<tr><td class="tdl"></td><td class="tdc"></td><td class="tdr"></td></tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl mtop1" colspan="3"><a href="#SONGS_OF_THE_WILDWOOD"><i>II. SONGS OF THE WILDWOOD</i></a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#A_CHILDS_BOOK"><span class="smcap">A Child’s Book</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">27</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#A_LESSON"><span class="smcap">A Lesson</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">28</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#A_WINTER_WALK"><span class="smcap">A Winter Walk</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">29</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl" colspan="3"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</span></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#WINTER_RAIN_IN_CALIFORNIA"><span class="smcap">Winter Rain in California</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">30</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#MR_WIND"><span class="smcap">Mr. Wind</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">32</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#WILD_WOOD_BOGIES"><span class="smcap">Wild-Wood Bogies</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">34</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_COYOTE"><span class="smcap">The Coyote</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">36</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_HUMMINGBIRD"><span class="smcap">The Hummingbird</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">38</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_ROAD-RUNNER"><span class="smcap">The Roadrunner</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">40</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_BURROWING_OWL"><span class="smcap">The Burrowing Owl</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">42</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_CRESTED_JAY"><span class="smcap">The Crested Jay</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">44</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#TROUBLE_IN_THE_TREES"><span class="smcap">Trouble in the Trees</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">46</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_SQUIRREL"><span class="smcap">The Squirrel</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">48</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_POLLIWOG_THAT_LOST_ITS_TAIL"><span class="smcap">The Polliwog That Lost Its Tail</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">50</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_HORNED_TOAD"><span class="smcap">The Horned Toad</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">52</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#A_FAIRY_IN_A_FLOWER"><span class="smcap">A Fairy in a Flower</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">53</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#BUTTERCUP"><span class="smcap">Buttercup</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">55</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_COLUMBINE"><span class="smcap">The Columbine</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">56</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_LEOPARD_LILY"><span class="smcap">The Leopard Lily</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">57</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#JOHNNY_JUMP-UP"><span class="smcap">Johnny Jump-Up</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">58</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#SONG_OF_THE_BROWN_LILY"><span class="smcap">Song of the Brown Lily</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">59</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#SHOOTING_STAR_FLOWERS"><span class="smcap">Shooting Star Flowers</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">60</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_SCARLET_LARKSPUR"><span class="smcap">The Scarlet Larkspur</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">61</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_TRILLIUM"><span class="smcap">The Trillium</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">62</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#BABY_BLUE-EYES"><span class="smcap">Baby Blue-Eyes</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">63</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl" colspan="3"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</span></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#WHO_KNOWS_ROSALIE"><span class="smcap">Who Knows Rosalie</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">64</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#TO_A_WILD_ROSE"><span class="smcap">To a Wild Rose</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">65</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_QUEEN_OF_THE_FAIRIES"><span class="smcap">The Queen of the Fairies</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">66</td> +</tr> + +<tr><td class="tdl"></td><td class="tdc"></td><td class="tdr"></td></tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl mtop1" colspan="3"><a href="#QUIPS_AND_CRANKS"><i>III. QUIPS AND CRANKS</i></a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#MY_AUNTIE"><span class="smcap">My Auntie</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">71</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_BEAR_HUNTER"><span class="smcap">The Bear Hunter</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">73</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#TRYING_TO_PLAY"><span class="smcap">Trying to Play</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">74</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#MAGGIE_MULDOON"><span class="smcap">Maggie Muldoon</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">75</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_BOOBITY_BUMPKIN"><span class="smcap">The Boobity Bumpkin</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">76</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#FARMER_JONESS_GOAT"><span class="smcap">Farmer Jones’ Goat</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">77</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#POOR_MR_MIDAS"><span class="smcap">Poor Mr. Midas</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">78</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THREE_WISE_MEN"><span class="smcap">Three Wise Men</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">79</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#A_GOBBLER_IN_TROUBLE"><span class="smcap">A Gobbler in Trouble</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">80</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_TALE_OF_A_POOR_LITTLE"><span class="smcap">The Tale of a Poor Little Worm</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">82</td> +</tr> + +<tr><td class="tdl"></td><td class="tdc"></td><td class="tdr"></td></tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl mtop1" colspan="3"><a href="#RHYMES_FOR_TODDLERS"><i>IV. RHYMES FOR TODDLERS</i></a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#TO_PUSSY_WHITE"><span class="smcap">Pussy White</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">87</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHINA_DOLLS"><span class="smcap">China Dolls</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">88</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#DOLLIES_LULLABY"><span class="smcap">Dollie’s Lullaby</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">90</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#BABY_LIFE"><span class="smcap">Baby Life</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">92</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl" colspan="3"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</span></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#LITTLE_BROTHER"><span class="smcap">Little Brother</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">93</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#PLAYING_HORSE"><span class="smcap">Playing Horse</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">94</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#MY_DONKEY"><span class="smcap">My Donkey</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">95</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#BABY_IN_THE_BARNYARD"><span class="smcap">Baby in the Barnyard</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">96</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#BABYS_GOOD-NIGHT"><span class="smcap">Baby’s Good Night</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">98</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#DOGS"><span class="smcap">Dogs</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">100</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#MY_ANIMALS"><span class="smcap">My Animals</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">101</td> +</tr> + +<tr><td class="tdl"></td><td class="tdc"></td><td class="tdr"></td></tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl mtop1" colspan="3"><a href="#BROWN_BABY_BALLADS"><i>V. BROWN BABY BALLADS</i></a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#SIX_LITTLE_ESKIMO"><span class="smcap">Six Little Eskimo</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">105</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#PICCANINNY_LULLABY"><span class="smcap">Piccaninny Lullaby</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">107</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_MEXICAN_BABIES"><span class="smcap">The Mexican Babies</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">109</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_LITTLE_PIUTE"><span class="smcap">The Little Piute</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">111</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#THE_HONOLULU_BOY"><span class="smcap">The Honolulu Boy</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">113</td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdl"></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#A_SAMOA_SLEEPY-SONG"><span class="smcap">A Samoa Sleepy Song</span></a></td> +<td class="tdr">114</td> +</tr> + +</tbody> +</table> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_RING_AROUND_OF_PLAYTIME">A RING AROUND OF PLAYTIME</h2> +</div> +<hr class="chap"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="pageheader" style="max-width: 45em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/pageheader.jpg" alt=""> +<p class="cb xlarge">Elfin Songs of Sunland</p> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="COME_AWAY_CHILDREN">COME AWAY CHILDREN</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"> +<div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.8125em;"> +<img class="drop-cap" src="images/image001-c.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="upper-case">COME</span> away children, frisk along with me,<br> +<span class="ml0">For I’ll be the piper and merry will we be;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With laughter and dancing and sports to make us gay,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">O there’s sunshine and there’s singing—come away, come away!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Come away children, leave the town behind;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Follow me to Happy-land and see what we shall find,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Where the flowers smile to see you and the birdies trill and play</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Just because the sun is shining—come away, come away!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Come away children, I’ll pipe an elfin tune</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And we’ll play that we are fairies dancing in the summer moon;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">We’ll pretend that we are flowers in the carnival of May</span><br> +<span class="ml0">If you’ll join the merry crew and come away, come away!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="HAND-ORGAN_MAN">HAND-ORGAN MAN</h2> +</div> + +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.8125em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image003-h.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> +<p class="drop-cap"><span class="upper-case">HAND-ORGAN MAN</span>, O hand-organ man,<br> +<span class="ml0">Grind out the music as fast as you can,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With a tum-turi tum-turi hippity hay,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And a red-coated monkey to frolic and play.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">The organ rings merrily on down the street,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And the very policeman steps out to your beat,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">When, sucking her stick of molasses, comes Jennie</span><br> +<span class="ml0">To give that impertinent monkey a penny.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</span></p> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">O toodle de toodle de, hand-organ grinder,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">No man in the city to children is kinder,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And my little kid brother just played not to care</span><br> +<span class="ml0">When the monkey jumped on him and grabbed at his hair.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="POPPING_CORN">POPPING CORN</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"> +<div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.8125em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image005-c.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> +<p class="drop-cap">COME, you merry little fellows,<br> +<span class="ml0">Poke the coals and blow the bellows;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Here’s the popper, shell the corn,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And let it pop this winter morn.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Pop-a-tee-pop-pop-pop!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">See the kernels skip and hop,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">See them puff out full and white,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Hear them crackle in affright.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Now shake, shake, shake,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Till your hands and faces bake;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Tip it, turn it,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Or you’ll burn it,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And a dreadful muss you’ll make.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</span> +<span class="ml0">Now it’s done we’ll have a feast;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Smallest hands must take the least!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Hot and crisp and white and sweet,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Isn’t this a jolly treat!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp94" id="image006" style="max-width: 25.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image006.jpg" alt="Around the fire popping corn"> +</figure> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BAKER_MAN">THE BAKER MAN</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.8125em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image007.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> +<p class="drop-cap">O WHO do you think is the baker man,<br> +<span class="ml0">And how do you think he makes his cake?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">He mixes his dough in an old tin can</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And puts it out in the sun to bake.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">He pats pats pats at his little mud pies;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">He rounds them and rolls them and looks so wise.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">The baker man is my brother Ned,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And out in the garden he’s working away,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Right by the scarlet geranium bed,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And his hands and his face are just covered with clay,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">As he pats pats pats at his little mud pies;</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</span> +<span class="ml0">As he rounds them and rolls them and looks so wise.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp92" id="image008" style="max-width: 20em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image008.jpg" alt="Ned making mud pies in the garden"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="TOPS">TOPS</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.8125em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image009-h.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> +<p class="drop-cap">HOW would you like to be a top,<br> +<span class="ml0">To be made to spin till you couldn’t stop;—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">To be pitched head first from a coil of string,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">To be made to dance till you sigh and swing?</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">There’s the top that is whipped and the top with a peg</span><br> +<span class="ml0">That gouges its brother and leaves him to beg;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">There’s the musical top with holes in its side,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">That is said to have played till it fell down and died.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span> +<span class="ml0">But of all the tops that ever were spun,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The biggest are those of the old daddy Sun;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And I’ll wager he has just the jolliest sport</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With the Earth and with Saturn and tops of that sort.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp59" id="image010" style="max-width: 19.9375em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image010.jpg" alt="Top spins from a coil of string"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_KITE">THE KITE</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure class="figleft illowp74" id="image011-b" style="max-width: 4.8125em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image011-b.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> +<p class="drop-cap">BLOW, wind, blow, wind,<br> +<span class="ml2">Fly, kite, fly!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">On and on you go, wind,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Up, kite, high!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Out sweeps your tail, kite,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Tug on the string;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Far away you sail, kite,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Proudly you swing.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">If I were like you, kite,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">One white wing,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With nothing else to do, kite,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">But tug upon the string.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span> +<span class="ml0">I’d sail up from town, kite,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">To see the moon’s back,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And then slide down, kite,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">The Milky-Way’s track.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp52" id="image012" style="max-width: 19.8125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image012.jpg" alt="Flying a kite"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SEE-SAW">THE SEE-SAW</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image011-b.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">O BALANCE the ladder atop of the rail,<br> +<span class="ml0">And up we go, down we go, all in a gale,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Singing like birds as we teeter away,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Bouncing and jouncing each other in play.</span></p><br> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">You are Queen Sally and I am King Peter,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And where are we going astride of our teeter?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Riding to fairyland, over the moon.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Up we go,—down!—and we’ll be there soon.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="SOAP_BUBBLES">SOAP BUBBLES</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image014-f.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">FLUBBLETY, flopplety, bubble and spatter,<br> +<span class="ml0">Soap-suds and water and clay-pipes and chatter!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Puff little cheeklets and blow, blow, blow!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Look at the bubbles beginning to grow!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">O what a beauty, all purple and pink!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Whiff! it has vanished before you can think!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Now look at this one with clouds and a tree</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Swimming about in a gold-lighted sea!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Hurrah, it is floating away through the air!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Car of the fairies was never more fair.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Zip comes a goblin and clips it away!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">What will the fairy who rode in it say?</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BRASS_BAND">THE BRASS BAND</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image015-i.jpg" alt="I’m going to be a soldier when I get to be a man"> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">IT makes me feel so fine and gay<br> +<span class="ml0">When drums are beat and bugles play;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">I think I’d like to be a king</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And rule the earth and everything.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">The big bass-drum</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Goes dum, dum, dum,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The horns play tweedle dee,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And every toot and every beat</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Just catches hold of my two feet</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And makes them run away from me.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And this is what I hear them say</span><br> +<span class="ml0">As down the street they march away:</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Te dum ratta dum, ratta dum, dum dee,</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span> +<span class="ml0">Te dum, ratta dum, shout hurrah boys with me!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Tweedle twee twee twee, tweedle anything you can,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">For I’m going to be a soldier when I get to be a man!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp66" id="image016" style="max-width: 20.6875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image016.jpg" alt="I’m going to be a soldier when I get to be a man"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_MERRY-GO-ROUND">THE MERRY-GO-ROUND</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image017-s.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">STAND still, Mr. Horse, while I jump on your back<br> +<span class="ml0">To ride in the ring of the whirligig’s track.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The boys and girls shout as the man cries, “Hold fast.”</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The music is playing—we’re started at last!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">O faster and faster we rock and we spin</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Around, keeping time to the musical din,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Then I pull on my reins and cry “Whoa!” to the horse,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">For that is the right way to stop him, of course.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">But we go and we go and we don’t mind a pin</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span><span class="ml0">If we end where we started and have to begin</span><br> +<span class="ml0">On the merry-go-round, the merry-go-round—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">’Tis the best kind of travel I ever have found!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_OVERLAND_FLYER">THE OVERLAND FLYER</h2> +</div> + + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image019-t.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">TO-TOO! to-too! Ka-ding, ka-dong!<br> +<span class="ml0">Down the mole comes the flyer a-zipping along,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Smoke clouds panting and hissing of steam,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Rattling of rails and a sudden scream!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">The iron dragon snorts up to the station,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The proudest beast in the wide creation;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Fed on fire it puffs and blows,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Cyclops-eyed like a fiend it glows.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">We kiss our hands to the friends by the Bay,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">On the dragon’s tail we are whisked away,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And faster we whiz by the glistening shore,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Towns spin past as we ride with a roar.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span> +<span class="ml0">Now the iron throat is gasping astrain</span><br> +<span class="ml0">As the beast up the mountains is dragging his train.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">O where are you taking us, monster of steel?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Out in the darkness the pine-trees reel!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Over the desert we swing and fly,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Towns and prairies are flashing by;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">When, lo! to your castle you plunge in the night,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The great walls tower in ghostly light.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Does a princess live in that tall black tower?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Are all of the people here under your power?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">I never was certain that dragons were true</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Till I got on your tail and rode with you!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="SPORTS">SPORTS</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image021-s.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">SNAP-the-whip and tug-of-war—<br> +<span class="ml0">What is all this tussle for?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Hare-and-hounds and prisoners-base,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Just to make you puff and race!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Balls to bat and balls to kick</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Make you nimble, make you quick;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And anyhow I like to play,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">So come on boys,—hurray, hurray!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SWIMMING_POOL">THE SWIMMING POOL</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image022-w.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">WE boys love to swim on a hot summer day<br> +<span class="ml2">In the pool where the pond-lilies float;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">There’s Willie and Frankie and Bennie and Jay</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Adrift in a leaky old boat.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">As Ben splashes under, a kingfisher cries:</span><br> +<span class="ml2">“You’ll frighten my fish with your noise,”</span><br> +<span class="ml0">While the frog on the lily-pad croaks in surprise:</span><br> +<span class="ml2">“What awkward great creatures are boys!”</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">The poor little catfish way down in the mud</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Can’t imagine what’s coming its way</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span><span class="ml0">As Frank dives head-first with a splash and a thud,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Close followed by Willie and Jay.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Then to lie in the sand when the swimming is done,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">While the skater-bugs dance on the stream!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Just a tickle of wind and a shower of sun</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And a sigh of content as we dream!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_SONG_OF_LEONARDE">A SONG OF LEONARDE</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image024-s.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">SUNSHINE boy of the world of play,<br> +<span class="ml0">Laughing out in the wind away,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Singing free as a song-bird wild,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">O that is the way of my elfin child!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Love in the heart thro’ the day-bright hours,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Joy on the lips like the smiling flowers,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Peace on the face when the night is starred</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And sleep steals over my Leonarde.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span></p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span></p> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="SONGS_OF_THE_WILDWOOD">SONGS OF THE WILDWOOD</h2> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span></p> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_CHILDS_BOOK">A CHILD’S BOOK</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image027a-t.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">THERE are many good books, my child,<br> +<span class="ml2">But the best of them all for you</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Is the book that is hid in the greenwood wild,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">All bound in a cover of blue.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">’Tis the book of the birds and the bees,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Of the flowers and the fish in the brook;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">You may learn how to read if you go to the trees</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And open your eyes and look.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp87" id="image027b" style="max-width: 18em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image027b.jpg" alt="A child holds a book"> +</figure> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_LESSON">A LESSON</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image028a-t.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">TELL me little spider,<br> +<span class="ml2">Who taught you how to spin?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Tell me little minnow,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">How you learned to use your fin?</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Tell me little swallow,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Who taught you how to fly?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And they each said, “It is easy</span><br> +<span class="ml2">If you only try and try.”</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp66" id="image028b" style="max-width: 18.9375em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image028b.jpg" alt="How? It is easy if you try"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_WINTER_WALK">A WINTER WALK</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image029-i.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">IN the Berkeley Hills for miles away<br> +<span class="ml0">I went a-roaming one winter’s day,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And what do you think I saw, my dear?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">A place where the sky came down to the hill,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And a big white cloud on the fresh green grass,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And bright red berries my basket to fill,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And mustard that grew in a golden mass,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">All on a winter’s day, my dear!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="WINTER_RAIN_IN_CALIFORNIA">WINTER RAIN IN CALIFORNIA</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image030-s.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">SEE the little drops of rain,<br> +<span class="ml2">Falling, falling,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Softly calling</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Flowers back to life again.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">First the blades of grass appear,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Upward creeping,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Shyly peeping</span><br> +<span class="ml0">O’er the meadow far and near.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Then the mustard spreads its gold,—</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Opes its flowers</span><br> +<span class="ml2">To the showers,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Little heeding winter’s cold.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span> +<span class="ml0">Poppies’ velvet petals glow;</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Each new-comer</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Thinks ’tis summer,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Though the winter breezes blow.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">And the little drops of rain,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Softly falling</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Still are calling</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Flowers forth on hill and plain.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="MR_WIND">MR. WIND</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image032-o.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">O APRIL fields are fair to see—<br> +<span class="ml0">Tum tiddle tum, tiddle tum tum tee!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The grass and the snow play at hide and seek,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And the sun ’round the rim of a cloud will peek;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">O fie and fiddle and ha ha he!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Up came an old man as I sang my song,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With a “Hi, Johnnie, hi; skip along, skip along!”</span><br> +<span class="ml0">“And who are you, sir?” said I; and quoth he:</span><br> +<span class="ml0">“Mr. Wind is my name, hop along with me”;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">So we skipped and we hopped along long long.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span> +<span class="ml0">O his beard was towsled, his hair blew free—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Tum tiddle tum; little matter to me!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">For he whistled and piped as we danced away,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And the best of companions I found him in play—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">O fie and fiddle and ha ha he!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="WILD_WOOD_BOGIES">WILD WOOD BOGIES</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image034-h.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">HIST little toddlekins, whisk and away!<br> +<span class="ml0">Now is the time for the bogies to play;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Patter of foot-pads and eyes brightly glowing,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Noses that sniffle the night breezes blowing,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Bogies are romping the wildwood in glee,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Frisking and scampering, nimble and free.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Who are the velvet-foot, fire-eyed bogies?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Coons and coyotes and wild woodland roguies!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Playing at night-time when baby’s asleep;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Whisk! did you see that ghost jack-rabbit leap?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">“Boo!” and “Boo-hoo!” cries the fluffy horned-owl,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And the wolf in the pine-woods calls back with a howl.</span></p><br> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span> +<span class="ml0">The panther slinks on in the trail of the deer,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The wood-rats have run to their tunnels in fear,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And down the steep mountain with snuffling and shuffling</span><br> +<span class="ml0">A clumsy she-bear with her cubbies is scuffling;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">For night is the time for the bogies to roam,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Hist, little toddlekins, fly to your home!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_COYOTE">THE COYOTE</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image036-c.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">CROUCHING in his monkish gray,<br> +<span class="ml0">Crunching at his dying prey,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Furtive eyes and pricking ears,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Haunted by a hundred fears!—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Yet the cotton-tail trembles to see him pass</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With his pat pat patter on the parching grass!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Lolling tongue and panting sides,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">’Mid the tawny grass he hides.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Lowered is his bushy tail,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Keen of snout he sniffs the trail;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">But he yelps and howls like a mad thing at night,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With his kai yi yi in the moon’s dim light.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</span> +<span class="ml0">Friendless prowler, sage-brush thief,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Hunted rover, desert chief!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Even you who friendless roam</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Have a loving mate at home,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And her little ones yelp in their lair with delight</span><br> +<span class="ml0">As she pat pat patters anear through the night.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp90" id="image037" style="max-width: 20.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image037.jpg" alt="A coyote"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_HUMMINGBIRD">THE HUMMINGBIRD</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image038-b.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">BUZ-Z! whir-r!—a flash and away!<br> +<span class="ml0">A midget bejeweled ’mid flowers at play!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">A snip of a birdling, the blossom-bells’ king,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">A waif of the sun-beams on quivering wing!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">O prince of the fairies, O pigmy of fire,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Will nothing those brave little wings of yours tire?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">You follow the flowers from southern lands sunny,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">You pry amid petals all summer for honey.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Now rest on a twig, tiny flowerland sprite,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Your dear little lady sits near in delight;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">In a wee felted basket she lovingly huddles,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Two dots of white eggs to her warm breast she cuddles!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</span> +<span class="ml0">Whiz-z! whiff! off to your flowers!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Buzz ’mid the perfume of jasmine bowers!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Chatter and chirrup, my king of the fays,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And laugh at the song that I sing in your praise.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp86" id="image039" style="max-width: 19.375em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image039.jpg" alt="A hummingbird"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_ROAD-RUNNER">THE ROAD-RUNNER</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image040-a.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">A GRAY-STREAKED road-runner scurrying by<br> +<span class="ml0">In a sage-brush valley, I happened to spy,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Long-legged and thin-billed, with a stretched-out tail,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And a comical body as thin as a rail!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Oh surely, I thought, what a sad slim fowl</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Compared with his neighbor the well-fed owl!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Till he pounced on a snake with a rapturous squeak,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And rapped the poor reptile a clip with his beak.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Then why is he nothing but feathers and skin?</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span> +<span class="ml0">Is it running so fast that has worn him so thin?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Just think what would happen, my lad, to you,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">If you ran all day like a ground cuckoo.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="image041" style="max-width: 32.125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image041.jpg" alt="A road-runne"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BURROWING_OWL">THE BURROWING OWL</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image042-m.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">MY blinkety owlet atop of your mound,<br> +<span class="ml0">Is your mate tucked away in a hole in the ground?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">You bare-footed gnome in your striped suit of dun,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With your fluffy white babies that bask in the sun!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">See her bobbing and blinking</span><br> +<span class="ml0">As if she were thinking</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Of the poor lady cricket</span><br> +<span class="ml0">That chirps in the thicket!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">With a snap and a chatter</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Mrs. Owlet is at her,</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span> +<span class="ml0">And whisk! she is beaten</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And crunched up and eaten!—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">That poor lady cricket</span><br> +<span class="ml0">That chirped in the thicket!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">My blinkety owlet, go down in your hole,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And sleep in your nest like a squirrel or mole!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Who’d think that a bird could have toes for a trowel</span><br> +<span class="ml0">To grub in the ground like a burrowing owl!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_CRESTED_JAY">THE CRESTED JAY</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image044-t.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">THE jay is a jovial bird,—heigh-ho!<br> +<span class="ml2">He chatters all day</span><br> +<span class="ml2">In a frolicsome way</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With the murmuring breezes that blow,—heigh-ho!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml2">Hear him noisily call</span><br> +<span class="ml2">From a red-wood tree tall</span><br> +<span class="ml0">To his mate in the opposite tree, heigh-ho!</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Saying: “How do you do?”</span><br> +<span class="ml2">As his top-knot of blue</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Is raised as polite as can be,—heigh-ho!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml2">Oh impudent jay</span><br> +<span class="ml2">With your plumage so gay</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span> +<span class="ml0">And your manners so jaunty and free,—heigh-ho!</span><br> +<span class="ml2">How little you guessed</span><br> +<span class="ml2">When you robbed the wren’s nest,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">That any stray fellow would see,—heigh-ho!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp37" id="image045" style="max-width: 18.5625em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image045.jpg" alt="Any stray fellow would see"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="TROUBLE_IN_THE_TREES">TROUBLE IN THE TREES</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image046-t.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">THE birds had a meeting,—<br> +<span class="ml2">The owl was judge;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">But a jay came along</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And said ’twas all fudge.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">With a quill in his ear</span><br> +<span class="ml2">The shore-lark was clerk;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The wren was a witness,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And how she did perk!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">The king-bird was sheriff</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And brought in the shrike,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">When a goldfinch could scarcely</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Conceal her dislike.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">What talking and squawking,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">What whetting of bills!</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span> +<span class="ml0">What ruffling of feathers,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">What bristling of quills!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Till a fox heard the chatter</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And pounced on the jay,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">When swallows and sparrows</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And all flew away!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp68" id="image047" style="max-width: 21.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image047.jpg" alt="An owl"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SQUIRREL">THE SQUIRREL</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image048-i.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">IT must be risky<br> +<span class="ml0">To frolic so frisky</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Up in a swaying tree;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">To scamper and skip</span><br> +<span class="ml0">On a pine tree’s tip</span><br> +<span class="ml0">As you chatter away at me!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Now what’s your hurry,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">You wood-imp furry,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">In your snug little suit of gray?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">You romp and rolic</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With fun and frolic</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Like wind with the leaves at play.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">O nervous nixie</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With ways so trixie,</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</span> +<span class="ml0">Fidgety sprite so frail!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Sit up and munch</span><br> +<span class="ml0">At your pine-nut lunch</span><br> +<span class="ml0">In the shade of your bushy tail!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp83" id="image049" style="max-width: 21.4375em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image049.jpg" alt="A squirrel munching a pine-nut"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_POLLIWOG_THAT_LOST_ITS_TAIL">THE POLLIWOG THAT LOST ITS +TAIL</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image050-a.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">A WIGGLY little polliwog lived in a pool<br> +<span class="ml0">On the edge of a stream where the water was cool,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Till one day he turned very green and pale</span><br> +<span class="ml0">For he found that he surely was losing his tail,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And legs were sprouting and he caught the croup</span><br> +<span class="ml0">As he crawled up the bank with a hoarse, “Ge-loup!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Ca-thump, ca-lump, ca-chug, ca-chook!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Oh what can have happened?” he asked with a croak;</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</span> +<span class="ml0">“This seems like a regular bull-frog joke.”</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Then he stretched his legs for a mighty jump,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And right in the water he landed ka-plump;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Which made him smile from ear to ear,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">For he felt so very delightfully queer</span><br> +<span class="ml0">As he called to his mate, “I’m a frog, my dear!”</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp97" id="image051" style="max-width: 20.1875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image051.jpg" alt="Frog stretches his legs for a mighty jump"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_HORNED_TOAD">THE HORNED TOAD</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image052a-h.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">HORNYKINS, Hornykins, open your eye,<br> +<span class="ml0">For close to your nose is a blue-bottle fly!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Toadykins ruffle your spines and your frills</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And scurry away on the rocks to the hills!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Little squat goblin, all bristling with spikes,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Flattened-out lizard that nobody likes,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Stone-colored hermit of sage-brush and sand,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">You’re the drollest hobgoblin of no-baby’s land!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="image052b" style="max-width: 31.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image052b.jpg" alt="Horned toad"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_FAIRY_IN_A_FLOWER">A FAIRY IN A FLOWER</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image053-a.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">A TINY gold fairy flew into a flower<br> +<span class="ml0">One morning at cock-crow, to hide from a shower;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The drops fell a patter upon his tent roof,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">But what did it matter while leaves were rain proof?</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">He found in the flower fine honey to eat;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">“So-so,” sang the fairy, “the food here is sweet!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">No prince in his palace fares better than I,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Alone in my chalice with storms blowing by!”</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Now what do you think is the name of this fairy</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Who hid from the shower in lily-bell airy?</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</span><span class="ml0">His coat is bright yellow, black banded with fuzz;—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">This bumble-bee gay with his musical buzz!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="BUTTERCUP">BUTTERCUP</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image055a-b.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">BUTTERCUP, buttercup,<br> +<span class="ml0">Why don’t you hurry up</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Out of the ground so cold!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With your little coat yellow,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">You dear little fellow,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Why doesn’t your blossom unfold?</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp33" id="image055b" style="max-width: 13.9375em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image055b.jpg" alt="Waiting for the buttercup blossom to unfold"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_COLUMBINE">THE COLUMBINE</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image056-f.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">FIVE doves the fairies took away<br> +<span class="ml0">To the deep dark wood one summer day,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And they hung them up on a slender spray,—</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Heigh-ho for the columbine!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Red and gold were the doves they took;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With heads outstretched the birdlings shook,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Till the fairies sang them to sleep by the brook,—</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Heigh-ho for the columbine!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_LEOPARD_LILY">THE LEOPARD LILY</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image057-i.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">IN the forest stilly<br> +<span class="ml0">The leopard lily</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Sways on her stem so stately;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Tall as a child</span><br> +<span class="ml0">In the mountains wild,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">She stands and nods sedately.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Orange and red</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Is her dappled head</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And her anthers brown are a-quiver;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">O fie on you, lily,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">So vain and silly</span><br> +<span class="ml0">To look at yourself in the river!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="JOHNNY_JUMP-UP">JOHNNY JUMP-UP</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image058-a.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">AS I walked under a black-oak tree<br> +<span class="ml0">A little Johnny Jump-up laughed at me.</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Here you yellow elf,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Go and laugh to yourself,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Or wink at the cricket that chirps on your knee.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Ha ha ha! he he he!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Merry Johnny Jump-up, wild and free!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="SONG_OF_THE_BROWN_LILY">SONG OF THE BROWN LILY</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image059-f.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">FAIRY bells of green and brown<br> +<span class="ml0">Hanging high in a fairy town,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With cloth of gold beneath them spread</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And mossy nooks for the fairies’ bed!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Who is it rings the fairy bells,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Ding dong! ding dong! down in the dells!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Who is it flits to the fairies’ ball?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The bee and the beetle have heard their call,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Ding dong! ding dong! down in the dells!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="SHOOTING_STAR_FLOWERS">SHOOTING STAR FLOWERS</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image060-s.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">STARS of childhood,<br> +<span class="ml0">Stars of the wildwood,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Shooting stars of purple and pink,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Stars that hang in trembling showers,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Stars of spring that are more than flowers,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Swinging blithe at the cañon’s brink!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Birds are playing</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Above you, swaying,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Beloved stars of the woodland spring!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Children shout and sing when they see you,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And where is the fairy who dares to free you,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Joyous spirits that sway and swing!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SCARLET_LARKSPUR">THE SCARLET LARKSPUR</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image061-m.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">MERRY wee red-coats were frisking and dancing<br> +<span class="ml2">Down in the rocky glen,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And the jolly old sun o’er the mountains was glancing</span><br> +<span class="ml2">At the merry wee red-coated men.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Each little man had a horn on his head,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And the old sun laughed as he got out of bed!</span><br> +<span class="ml2">The wind played a tune</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And they danced until noon,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And, “A jolly good time we’ve had,” they said.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_TRILLIUM">THE TRILLIUM</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image062-o.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">O TRILLIUM dear<br> +<span class="ml0">I am glad you are here,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">While March rains are pattering,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Brooklets are clattering,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Kinglets are chattering,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And you, pretty thing,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Are just smiling and dreaming of spring.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">O shade-loving sprite,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The cañon’s delight,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Three petals wine-red,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Three leaves broadly spread,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">You leap from your bed</span><br> +<span class="ml0">In joy, pretty thing,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">To sway in the breezes of spring.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="BABY_BLUE-EYES">BABY BLUE-EYES</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image063-b.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">BONNY baby blue-eyes<br> +<span class="ml2">Twinkling in the grass,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Smiling on the sunny hill</span><br> +<span class="ml2">To see the children pass!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Of all the flowers of spring-time</span><br> +<span class="ml2">The fairest and the frailest!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">There’s gladness in your baby eyes,—</span><br> +<span class="ml2">The purest and the palest!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="WHO_KNOWS_ROSALIE">WHO KNOWS ROSALIE?</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image064-w.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">WHO knows Rosalie?<br> +<span class="ml0">There goes Rosalie</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Out where her roses are growing!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The dear little tot</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With her watering pot</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Where the daisies are nodding and blowing.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">It’s six o’ the clock</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And the lily bells rock</span><br> +<span class="ml0">In the merry warm month of July;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And Rosalie tells</span><br> +<span class="ml0">All the whispering bells</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Of the tear in the violet’s eye.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_A_WILD_ROSE">TO A WILD ROSE</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image065-d.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">DEAR little rose, so sweet and fair,<br> +<span class="ml0">You give your perfume to the air,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">You give your honey to the bee,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And all the day long you smile at me.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">O teach me, little rose, the way</span><br> +<span class="ml0">To smile at people all the day,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">To give from my heart-store the sweet</span><br> +<span class="ml0">To every one I chance to meet.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_QUEEN_OF_THE_FAIRIES">THE QUEEN OF THE FAIRIES</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image066-i.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">I WANT to go out in the woods and play<br> +<span class="ml0">That I am the queen of the fairies to-day;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">So I’ll gather some stars from the midnight sky</span><br> +<span class="ml0">(There are plenty to spare in the jewels on high)</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And I’ll have them set in a crown of gold;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">For a sceptre a tiger lily I’ll hold;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">A violet bed will be my throne</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And the beautiful world will be mine alone.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">I’ll make one law my realm to bind,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">That everybody must just be kind</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And love all children and flowers and birds</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</span><span class="ml0">And always speak in gentle words.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">What a happy land will my kingdom be</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Where hopes are high and hearts are free!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</span></p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</span></p> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="QUIPS_AND_CRANKS">QUIPS AND CRANKS</h2> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</span></p> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="MY_AUNTIE">MY AUNTIE</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image071-h.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">HOW would you like to have for an auntie<br> +<span class="ml0">Kittie ka dink ka dee ka dantie?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Kittie ka dink</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With frolicsome wink,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Kittie ka dink</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With ruffles of pink,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Kittie ka dink,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Now what do you think</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Of Kittie ka dink for an auntie?</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Kittie ka dink ka dee</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Is as bright as a bumble bee,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Kittie ka dink ka dee,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">She dresses my dolls for me!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Kittie ka dink ka dee,—</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</span> +<span class="ml0">If you knew her I’m sure you’d agree</span><br> +<span class="ml0">That Kittie ka dink</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With frolicsome wink</span><br> +<span class="ml0">In ruffles of pink,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Is the jolliest kind of an auntie!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp53" id="image072" style="max-width: 18.6875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image072.jpg" alt="Kittie ka dink"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BEAR_HUNTER">THE BEAR HUNTER</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image073-i.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">IF I should meet a grizzly bear<br> +<span class="ml0">A-roaming from his mountain lair,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">I’d just get down on hands and knees</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And growl around among the trees.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Then if my growling didn’t scare</span><br> +<span class="ml0">That great ferocious grizzly bear,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">I’d sing a song and at my ease</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Just try my best the bear to please.</span></p><br> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="TRYING_TO_PLAY">TRYING TO PLAY</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image074-o.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> +<p class="drop-cap">O A gentleman dressed in a high top hat<br> +<span class="ml0">Rode on a hobby-horse just like that.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">“Mr. Man, Mr. Man, O what is the matter?”</span><br> +<span class="ml0">“Little boy, let me hear no more of your chatter.”</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">So he pranced and he kicked till his glasses fell off,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And he puffed and he choked till it made him cough;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Then he stopped and said in his solemn way,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">“My child, I was merely attempting to play.”</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="MAGGIE_MULDOON">MAGGIE MULDOON</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image075-o.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">O DOWN at Milpitas there was an old hag<br> +<span class="ml0">Who drove to town with a bobtail nag.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">She rattled along in a rickety rig,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With a red bandana to cover her wig.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">When a wheel came off and she tumbled ka-flop,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">She hobbled away to the blacksmith shop;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And the blacksmith said: “O Maggie Muldoon,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">If you’ll dance me a breakdown I’ll sing you a tune!”</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BOOBITY_BUMPKIN">THE BOOBITY BUMPKIN</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image076-a.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">A BOOBITY bumpity bumpkin<br> +<span class="ml0">Was sent to town with a pumpkin,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">But he stumbled and tripped</span><br> +<span class="ml0">As he hippity skipped,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And smackety smash went the pumpkin!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="FARMER_JONESS_GOAT">FARMER JONES’S GOAT</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image077-o.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">OLD Farmer Jones had a frisky old goat<br> +<span class="ml0">That wore a long beard and a hairy black coat,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With hoofs on its feet and horns on its head,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And a sad hungry look on its face while it fed.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Now what do you think was its favorite caper?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">It would eat Farmer Jones’s weekly Saturday paper;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">But the diet was more than the goat could endure,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">So it fed upon sawdust and rags for a cure.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="POOR_MR_MIDAS">POOR MR. MIDAS</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image078-o.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">O POOR Mr. Midas did nothing but think<br> +<span class="ml0">Of the sound that his money made,—chink, chink, chink!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">He filled his pockets, he filled his shoes,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">But the more he gathered the less he could use.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">It weighed on his mind till he scarce slept a wink,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And then he would dream of the chink, chink, chink.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">He filled his boxes, he filled his bed,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And so there was nothing to fill but his head.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THREE_WISE_MEN">THREE WISE MEN</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image079-t.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">THREE wise men sailed away on a bat,<br> +<span class="ml0">But the one who was bald forgot his hat;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The one who made music forgot his fife,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And the one who was married forgot his wife.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">The bat flew straight to the Man in the Moon,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And they said, “Kind sir, is it night or noon?”</span><br> +<span class="ml0">So the Man in the Moon his brain he racked</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And decided the three wise men were cracked.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_GOBBLER_IN_TROUBLE">A GOBBLER IN TROUBLE</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image080-o.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">O WHAT would the turkey gobbler do<br> +<span class="ml0">If he got the hiccoughs before he was through</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With his gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble?</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">I’m sure that he could never see through the joke</span><br> +<span class="ml0">If he started to gobble and stopped to choke</span><br> +<span class="ml0">In his gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">The puffed-out fool would grow red in the face,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And the hens would laugh at their lord’s disgrace,</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</span> +<span class="ml0">At his gobble, hic! gobble, hic! gobble-gobble-gobble!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_TALE_OF_A_POOR_LITTLE">THE TALE OF A POOR LITTLE +WORM</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image082-j.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">JUST listen to that,<br> +<span class="ml0">Rat-atat-tat!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">“’Tis a woodpecker,” whispered a worm.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">As he crouched in a cranny</span><br> +<span class="ml0">He called to his granny,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">“Hark hark, hark hark,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Rap-a-tap on the bark,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">That noise makes me shiver and squirm!”</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Then a long barbed tongue</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Right through him was flung,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And down in the gizzard he wallowed;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">It made him grow pale</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Till he thought of the whale</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</span> +<span class="ml0">With Jonah inside,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Then he shivered and cried:</span><br> +<span class="ml0">“’Tis a fatal mistake to be swallowed.”</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</span></p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</span></p> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="RHYMES_FOR_TODDLERS">RHYMES FOR TODDLERS</h2> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</span></p> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_PUSSY_WHITE">TO PUSSY WHITE</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image087-l.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">LITTLE white furrykins,<br> +<span class="ml0">Sly pussie purrykins,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Snoozing all day by the grate</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Pinky-nosed kittie cat,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Who wouldn’t pity that</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Snip of a mouse that you ate!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Hittlety skittlety,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Mousie squeaked, “Mercy me!”—</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Off went his head with a snap;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Ere he knew what had jolted him,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Kittie had bolted him</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And stretched herself out for a nap.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHINA_DOLLS">CHINA DOLLS</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image088-t.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">THERE are china cups and china dolls<br> +<span class="ml2">And Chinamen galore,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">All huddled in together</span><br> +<span class="ml2">In a little China store.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">The china cups are pretty</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And the china dolls, O dear,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">I wish I had a hundred</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Sitting round me now, right here.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">But the Chinaman that sells them,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">With his slits of eyes askew,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And hair all braided down his back</span><br> +<span class="ml2">In such a funny queue!—</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</span> +<span class="ml0">If all his dolls should grow and grow</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Until like him they grew,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And I should have the care of them,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">O dear, what would I do?</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</span></p> +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="DOLLIES_LULLABY">DOLLIE’S LULLABY</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image090-d.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">DOLLIE’S in the cradle<br> +<span class="ml2">Falling fast asleep;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Hush, little mamma,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Run and take a peep.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Whisper low to dollie:</span><br> +<span class="ml2">“Dream of pleasant things,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Fairies in the doll house</span><br> +<span class="ml2">A-dance in fairy rings;</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">“Fairies round the cradle</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Flying to and fro,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Singing in the moonlight</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Fairy music low.”</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Shut are dollie’s eyelids,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Cover up her arm;</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</span><span class="ml0">Keep the little dollie dear</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Safe from every harm.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp85" id="image091" style="max-width: 20.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image091.jpg" alt="Covering Dollie in the cradle"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="BABY_LIFE">BABY LIFE</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image092a-w.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">WHAT can little baby do?<br> +<span class="ml0">Clap his hands and coo and coo;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Kick and roll and smile and grow,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">That is why we love him so!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp68" id="image092b" style="max-width: 19.4375em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image092b.jpg" alt="Baby"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="LITTLE_BROTHER">LITTLE BROTHER</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image093-l.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">LITTLE brother full of glee,<br> +<span class="ml0">With dainty hand and dimpled knee,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Chubby little laughing boy,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Father’s pride and Mother’s joy!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Ringlets gold on shapely head,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Smiles that break ere tears have fled,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Eyes of blue that open wide,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Wondering at the world outside!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Merry spirit, sweetly wild,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Why are you, my precious child,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Dearer far than any other</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Loving sister’s little brother?</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="PLAYING_HORSE">PLAYING HORSE</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image094-h.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">HORSE and cart and tinkling lines,<br> +<span class="ml0">Rattling under the passion vines;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Up the road and down the lane</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And round the yard to the door again!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Babe is driver, snap the whip!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Watch the turn and don’t you tip.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Nero barks as the chickens scatter,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Dust is flying and cart-wheels clatter.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Nell, the cook at the kitchen door,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Wonders what the noise is for.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Round the house on the run they go</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Till baby calls to the horsie,—“whoa!”</span></p><br> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="MY_DONKEY">MY DONKEY</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image095-m.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">MY little Donkey is a dear,<br> +<span class="ml0">We call her Mistress Bunny,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Her ears are very long and queer</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And her voice is O so funny,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Haw-he, haw-he, haw-he!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">I saddle her and bridle her</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And on her back I climb</span><br> +<span class="ml0">To ride around the Berkeley streets</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And have a happy time,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Haw-he, haw-he, haw-he!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">I tied her with a long, long rope</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Where she could eat the grass,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">But O my burro broke her rope</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And ran away, alas!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Haw-he, haw-he, haw-he!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="BABY_IN_THE_BARNYARD">BABY IN THE BARNYARD</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image096-b.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">BABY with the big blue eyes,<br> +<span class="ml0">Tell me why you look so wise</span><br> +<span class="ml0">When you watch the kitties play,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Or old Billy eating hay.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Do the horses talk to you,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Baby with the eyes of blue?</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Can you tell me what they say</span><br> +<span class="ml0">When they look at you and neigh?</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">And the romping kitties, too,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">When they cry out, mew, mew, mew,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Have they secrets, baby dear,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Only meant for you to hear?</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">When the doggie says, bow-wow</span><br> +<span class="ml0">To the lazy muley-cow,</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</span> +<span class="ml0">And the cow replies, moo, moo,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Are they talking still to you?</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">And the piggie in her pen,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Grunting to the setting hen,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Ugh, ugh, ugh, can baby tell</span><br> +<span class="ml0">What the piggie means to spell?</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Lying in her bed at morn,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Baby hears a lusty horn</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Sounding, rook-a-dook-a-doo!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And baby laughs as if she knew.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Baby loves them, one and all,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And she answers when they call;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And they tell her wondrous tales</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Of the barnyard, hills and dales.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="BABYS_GOOD-NIGHT">BABY’S GOOD-NIGHT</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image098-l.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">LITTLE eyes droop in the dim evening light;<br> +<span class="ml0">Wave your hand, little maiden, good-bye, good-night;</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Throw a kiss to the doggie—he’s wagging his tail—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And wave to the muley-cow down in the dale.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Hark! hark! she is ringing good-night with her bell;—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Now toss to the kitties a sweet farewell.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Good-night to the birds, in the branches asleep,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Good-night to the stars that twinkle and peep;</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</span> +<span class="ml0">Good-night to the horn of the moon in the west,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And toddle away to your warm little nest.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp75" id="image099" style="max-width: 19.125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image099.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="DOGS">DOGS</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image100-i.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">I HAVE many little doggie friends;<br> +<span class="ml0">There’s Jip who wags at both his ends,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And Buddie like a ball of silk,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Who laps the cream and sniffs at milk,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And Judie with her rubber ball</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Who never minds me when I call,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And Rab who runs before the horse,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">I love to hear him bark, of course,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">’Cept sometimes he most barks in two,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And then I wish he’d stop, don’t you?</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="MY_ANIMALS">MY ANIMALS</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image101-h.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">HAVE you seen my little animals<br> +<span class="ml2">Shut in a paper house?—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">There’s a donkey and a camel</span><br> +<span class="ml2">With a kittie and a mouse;</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">There’s a doggie and an elephant,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">A lion and a bear,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">All huddled in together,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And they never seem to care!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">O I’m very, very hungry</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And I think I’d like to eat</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The donkey and the lion</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And the elephant for meat;</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</span> +<span class="ml0">They are all made out of crackers,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And if Mamma says I may,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">I’ll eat a half a bag of them</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And give the rest away.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp33" id="image102" style="max-width: 17em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image102.jpg" alt="By with bag of crackers"> +</figure> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</span></p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</span></p> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="BROWN_BABY_BALLADS">BROWN BABY BALLADS</h2> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</span></p> +<h2 class="nobreak" id="SIX_LITTLE_ESKIMO">SIX LITTLE ESKIMO</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image105-s.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">SIX jolly little Eskimo<br> +<span class="ml0">Lived in the land of ice and snow.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">They played with their ivory dolls all night</span><br> +<span class="ml0">In a stuffy igloo with a smoky oil light.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">I wouldn’t live in a smoky igloo,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Would you?</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">They dressed in seal-skin from hood to heel;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">I wonder how such a suit would feel!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">They chewed their blubber and smacked their lips</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And wiggled their toes and finger tips,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">But I wouldn’t like such food to chew,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Would you?</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</span> +<span class="ml0">And when they were tired of eating and play</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Their mammas stowed them safely away</span><br> +<span class="ml0">In the big white skin of a polar bear.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Six little black heads in a row were there,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">But I wouldn’t like to be one of that crew,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Would you?</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp52" id="image106" style="max-width: 20.0625em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image106.jpg" alt="Little Eskimo dressed in seal-skin"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="PICCANINNY_LULLABY">PICCANINNY LULLABY</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image107-b.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">BAH low mah littl’ honey,<br> +<span class="ml2">Bah low, littl’ piccaninny boy,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Shoo, shoo, littl’ coon, mah sonny,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Stop yoh winkin’ at yoh mammy, littl’ joy.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Sh! Sh! de wind comes creepin’,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Now cuddle close to mammy—so—so.</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Quit yoh fussin’, don’ yoh know it’s time foh sleepin’</span><br> +<span class="ml2">When de moon peeks in an’ tells yoh, littl’ Joe?</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Go to sleep, shut yoh eyes, littl’ coon</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Or de Voodoo come an’ fetch yoh right away;</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</span><span class="ml0">Carry yoh cleah up into de moon,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">An’ den what would yoh poh old mammy say?</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_MEXICAN_BABIES">THE MEXICAN BABIES</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image109-t.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">THE Mexican babies are chubby and gay;<br> +<span class="ml2">Each family has ten or a dozen,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And all in the town are related, they say,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">From a first to a twentieth cousin.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">The house is adobe, the floor is of dirt;</span><br> +<span class="ml2">In the patio sheltered and sunny</span><br> +<span class="ml0">The babies can toddle with never a shirt</span><br> +<span class="ml2">While their mammas can sing without money.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">If the little black-headed brown baby should cry,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Or madre grow sick of his prattle,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">His tears in an instant his sister can dry</span><br> +<span class="ml2">With the end of a snake for a rattle.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</span> +<span class="ml0">Their little black dogs are a sight to behold,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">All hairless and wrinkled as mummies;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">With blankets about them to keep out the cold,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And the babies about them for chummies.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">How happy these imps from the day they are born,—</span><br> +<span class="ml2">They toddle and tumble in tatters;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Their faces are dirty, their clothes are all torn,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">But nobody thinks that it matters.</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_LITTLE_PIUTE">THE LITTLE PIUTE</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image111-u.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">UP in Winnemucca in Piute land,<br> +<span class="ml0">Where the hot sun falls on the sage-brush sand,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">A little papoose in a basket lay,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Fat as a badger and ready for play.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Mahali was proud of the way he grew</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Upon acorn soup and on pine-nut stew;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">She caught him a lizard and let it wiggle,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Which set him off in a Piute giggle.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">But the brush hut is lonely, for father’s not there;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">In ghost-land he’s hunting the bison and bear.</span><br> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</span> +<span class="ml0">Soon you will follow; alas—too soon,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">As your clan moves on toward the setting moon!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_HONOLULU_BOY">THE HONOLULU BOY</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image113-c.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">COCOANUT milk and poi,<br> +<span class="ml2">Cocoanut curds and fish,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">For the Honolulu boy,—</span><br> +<span class="ml2">What more could a baby wish?</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Taro and yams and chicken,—</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Baby shall have a feast,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Bones of the pig for pickin’,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Fat little face well greased!</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">A sleep in the house of grasses,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">A swim in the cool lagoon,</span><br> +<span class="ml0">A kiss as the trade wind passes,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And a low Kanaka tune!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_SAMOA_SLEEPY-SONG">A SAMOA SLEEPY-SONG</h2> +</div> + +<p class="mtop3"></p> +<div class="poetry-container2"> +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<figure style="max-width: 4.6875em;"> + <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image114-l.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="drop-cap">LIE on your mat, little tama, and sleep;<br> +<span class="ml2">The pigeon has gone to its rest in the palm;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">I see the bright moon through the ifi trees peep,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">And the sleepy waves sing on the coral reef calm.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Sing to my tama, soft waves of the sea;</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Some day he’ll ride in his rocking canoe,—</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Ride on your laughing crests, happy and free,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Joyous to roll on your rollicking blue.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</span> +<span class="ml0">Sleep, little tama, the bats flutter low,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">The breeze through the breadfruit-tree sighs to the star;</span><br> +<span class="ml0">And out on the water, with torches aglow,</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Your father and brother are fishing afar.</span></p> +</div></div> + +<div class="dpoemlft"><div class="dstanzalft"> +<p><span class="ml0">Tina will tuck the siapo around;</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Sleep, little chief, for the spirits are nigh!</span><br> +<span class="ml0">Fish-gods and wind-gods, and gods of the ground</span><br> +<span class="ml2">Watch my brown baby as round him they fly!</span></p> +</div></div></div></div> +<br> +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="image115" style="max-width: 93.8125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image115.jpg" alt="Lie on your mat, little tama, and sleep"> +</figure> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75901 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + diff --git 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