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And blown by all the winds that pass And wet with all the showers, She walks among the meadow grass And eats the meadow flowers.
Robert Louis Stevenson.
[Footnote 4: From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by Chas. Scribner's Sons.]
The Good Moolly Cow
Come! supper is ready; Come! boys and girls, now, For here is fresh milk From the good moolly cow.
Have done with your fife, And your row de dow dow, And taste this sweet milk From the good moolly cow.
Whoever is fretting Must clear up his brow, Or he'll have no milk From the good moolly cow.
And here is Miss Pussy; She means by mee-ow, Give me, too, some milk From the good moolly cow.
When children are hungry, O, who can tell how They love the fresh milk From the good moolly cow!
So, when you meet moolly, Just say, with a bow, "Thank you for your milk, Mrs. Good Moolly Cow."
Eliza Lee Follen.
The Cow
"Pretty Moo-cow, will you tell Why you like the fields so well? You never pluck the daisies white, Nor look up to the sky so bright; So tell me, Moo-cow, tell me true, Are you happy when you moo?"
"I do not pluck the daisies white; I care not for the sky so bright; But all day long I lie and eat Pleasant grass, so fresh and sweet,— Grass that makes nice milk for you; So I am happy when I moo."
Mrs. Motherly.
Bossy and the Daisy
Right up into Bossy's eyes, Looked the Daisy, boldly, But, alas! to his surprise, Bossy ate him, coldly!
Listen! Daisies in the fields, Hide away from Bossy! Daisies make the milk she yields, And her coat grow glossy.
So, each day, she tries to find Daisies nodding sweetly, And although it's most unkind, Bites their heads off, neatly!
Margaret Deland.
The Clucking Hen
"Will you take a walk with me, My little wife, to-day? There's barley in the barley-field, And hay-seed in the hay."
"Thank you," said the clucking hen; "I've something else to do; I'm busy sitting on my eggs, I cannot walk with you."
"Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck," Said the clucking hen; "My little chicks will soon be hatched, I'll think about it then."
The clucking hen sat on her nest, She made it in the hay; And warm and snug beneath her breast, A dozen white eggs lay.
Crack, crack, went all the eggs, Out dropt the chickens small! "Cluck," said the clucking hen, "Now I have you all."
"Come along, my little chicks, I'll take a walk with you." "Hollo!" said the barn-door cock, "Cock-a-doodle-do!"
Aunt Effie's Rhymes.
Chickens in Trouble
"O mother, mother! I'm so cold!" One little chicken grumbled. "And, mother!" cried a second chick, "Against a stone I've stumbled."
"And oh! I am so sleepy now," Another chick was moaning; While chicken fourth of tired wings, Kept up a constant groaning.
"And, mother! I have such a pain!" Peeped out the chicken baby; "That yellow meal did taste so good, I've eaten too much, may be."
"And there's a black, black cloud up there," Cried all in fear and wonder; "O mother dear, do spread your wings And let us all creep under."
"There, there, my little dears, come here; Your cries are quite distressing," The mother called, and spread her wings For comfort and caressing.
And soon beneath her feathers warm, The little chicks were huddled; "I know what ailed you all," she said, "You wanted to be cuddled."
And as they nestled cosily And hushed their weak complaining, She told them that the black, black cloud Was quite too small for raining.
And one by one they all were soothed, And out again went straying, Until five happy little chicks Were in the farmyard playing.
Emilie Poulsson.
From the Norwegian.
The Funniest Thing in the World[5]
The funniest thing in the world, I know, Is watchin' the monkeys 'at's in the show!— Jumpin' an' runnin' an' racin' roun', 'Way up the top o' the pole; nen down! First they're here, an' nen they're there, An' ist a'most any an' ever'where!— Screechin' an' scratchin' wherever they go, They're the funniest thing in the world, I know!
They're the funniest thing in the world, I think:— Funny to watch 'em eat an' drink; Funny to watch 'em a-watchin' us, An' actin' 'most like grown folks does!— Funny to watch 'em p'tend to be Skeerd at their tail 'at they happen to see;— But the funniest thing in the world they do Is never to laugh, like me an' you!
James Whitcomb Riley.
[Footnote 5: From "Rhymes of Childhood," copyright 1902, used by special permission of the publishers, The Bobbs-Merrill Company.]
The Orphan's Song
I had a little bird, I took it from the nest; I prest it and blest it, And nurst it in my breast.
I set it on the ground, Danced round and round, And sang about it so cheerly, With "Hey, my little bird, And ho! my little bird, And oh! but I love thee dearly!"
I make a little feast Of food soft and sweet, I hold it in my breast, And coax it to eat;
I pit, and I pat, I call this and that, And I sing about so cheerly, With "Hey, my little bird, And ho! my little bird, And ho! but I love thee dearly!"
Sydney Dobell.
The Darling Birds
The darling birds are warm; Yes, feather on feather, All close together, The darling birds are warm. They care not whether 'Tis stormy weather,
For they are safe from harm. With feather on feather, Tho' 'tis stormy weather, The darling birds are warm.
Unknown.
The Lamb
Now, Lamb, no longer naughty be, Be good and homewards come with me, Or else upon another day You shall not with the daisies play.
Did we not bring you, for a treat, In the green grass to frisk your feet? And when we must go home again You pull your ribbon and complain.
So, little Lamb, be good once more, And give your naughty tempers o'er. Then you again shall dine and sup On daisy white and buttercup.
Kate Greenaway.
Four Pets
Pussy has a whiskered face, Kitty has such pretty ways, Doggie scampers when I call, And has a heart to love us all.
The dog lies in his kennel, And Puss purrs on the rug, And baby perches on my knee For me to love and hug.
Pat the dog and stroke the cat, Each in its degree; And cuddle and kiss my baby, And baby dear kiss me.
Christina G. Rossetti.
A Puppy's Problem
When Midget was a puppy, And to the farm was brought, She found that there were many things A puppy must be taught.
Her mother oft had told her The first thing to be known Was how to gnaw and bite, and thus Enjoy a toothsome bone.
So Midget practiced biting On everything around, But that was not approved at all, To her surprise, she found.
The farmer spoke severely, Till Midget shook with fright; The children shouted "No, no, no! Bad Midget! Mustn't bite!"
'Twas just the same with barking; At first they all said "Hark!" Whenever Midget tried her voice; "Good puppy! that's it! Bark!"
But then, as soon as Midget Could sound a sharp "Bow-wow!" Alas! the talk was changed to "Hush! Such noise we can't allow."
Now wasn't that a puzzle? It seemed a problem dark, That it was right and wrong to bite And right and wrong to bark.
A puppy's hardest lesson Is when to bark and bite; But Midget learned it, and became A comfort and delight.
Emilie Poulsson.
I Like Little Pussy
I like little Pussy, Her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her She'll do me no harm. So I'll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away, But Pussy and I Very gently will play; She shall sit by my side, And I'll give her some food; And she'll love me because I am gentle and good.
I'll pat little Pussy, And then she will purr, And thus show her thanks For my kindness to her; I'll not pinch her ears, Nor tread on her paw, Lest I should provoke her To use her sharp claw; I never will vex her, Nor make her displeased, For Pussy can't bear To be worried or teased.
Jane Taylor.
IV
THE PALACE JEST-BOOK
The Owl and the Eel and the Warming-Pan
The owl and the eel and the warming-pan, They went to call on the soap-fat man. The soap-fat man he was not within: He'd gone for a ride on his rolling-pin. So they all came back by the way of the town, And turned the meeting-house upside down.
Laura E. Richards.
The Fastidious Serpent
There was a snake that dwelt in Skye, Over the misty sea, oh; He liv'd upon nothing but gooseberry-pie For breakfast, dinner, and tea, oh.
Now gooseberry-pie—as is very well known— Over the misty sea, oh, Is not to be found under every stone, Nor yet upon every tree, oh.
And being so ill to please with his meat, Over the misty sea, oh, The snake had sometimes nothing to eat, And an angry snake was he, oh.
Then he'd flick his tongue and his head he'd shake, Over the misty sea, oh, Crying, "Gooseberry-pie! For goodness' sake Some gooseberry-pie for me, oh!"
And if gooseberry-pie was not to be had, Over the misty sea, oh, He'd twine and twist like an eel gone mad, Or a worm just stung by a bee, oh.
But though he might shout and wriggle about, Over the misty sea, oh, The snake had often to go without His breakfast, dinner, and tea, oh.
Henry Johnstone.
Snake Story
There was a little Serpent and he wouldn't go to school— Oh, what a naughty little Snake! He grinn'd and put his tongue out when they said it was the rule— Ah, what a naughty face to make.
He wriggled off behind a stone and hid himself from sight— Oh, what a naughty thing to do! And went to sleep as if it were the middle of the night— I wouldn't do like that, would you?
He dreamt of stealing linties' eggs and sucking them quite dry— Oh, what a greedy thing to dream! And then he dreamt that he had wings and knew the way to fly— Ah, what a pleasure that would seem!
By came a collie dog and said, "What have we here? Oh, it's a horrid little Snake!" He bark'd at him and woke him up and fill'd him full of fear— Ah, how his heart began to quake!
How the Serpent got away he really didn't know— Oh, what a dreadful fright he got! But he hurried all the way to school as hard as he could go, Dusty and terrified and hot.
As into school he wriggled, they were putting books away— "Oh," says the master, "is it you? Stand upon that stool, sir, while the others go to play; That's what a truant has to do."
Henry Johnstone.
The Melancholy Pig
There was a Pig, that sat alone, Beside a ruined Pump. By day and night he made his moan: It would have stirred a heart of stone To see him wring his hoofs and groan, Because he could not jump.
Lewis Carroll.
Hospitality
Said a Snake to a Frog with a wrinkled skin, "As I notice, dear, that your dress is thin, And a rain is coming, I'll take you in."
John B. Tabb.
Lost
"Lock the dairy door!" Oh, hark, the cock is crowing proudly! "Lock the dairy door!" and all the hens are cackling loudly: "Chickle, chackle, chee," they cry; "we haven't got the key," they cry; "Chickle, chackle, chee! Oh, dear, wherever can it be!" they cry.
Up and down the garden walks where all the flowers are blowing, Out about the golden fields where tall the wheat is growing, Through the barn and up the road they cackle and they chatter: Cry the children, "Hear the hens! Why, what can be the matter?"
What scraping and what scratching, what bristling and what hustling; The cock stands on the fence, the wind his ruddy plumage rustling; Like a soldier grand he stands, and like a trumpet glorious Sounds his shout both far and near, imperious and victorious.
But to partlets down below, who cannot find the key, they hear, "Lock the dairy door!" That's all his challenge says to them, my dear. Why they had it, how they lost it, must remain a mystery; I that tell you, never heard the first part of the history.
But if you will listen, dear, next time the cock crows proudly, "Lock the dairy door!" you'll hear him tell the biddies loudly: "Chickle, chackle, chee," they cry; "we haven't got the key!" they cry; "Chickle, chackle, chee! Oh, dear, wherever can it be!" they cry.
Celia Thaxter.
Extremes[6]
I
A little boy once played so loud That the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud, Said, "Since I can't be heard, why, then, I'll never, never thunder again!"
II
And a little girl once kept so still That she heard a fly on the window-sill Whisper and say to a lady-bird,— "She's the stilliest child I ever heard!"
James Whitcomb Riley.
[Footnote 6: From "The Book of Joyous Children," copyright 1902, by Chas. Scribner's Sons.]
The Dream of a Girl Who Lived at Seven-Oaks
Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree; Seven swift sailing-ships white upon the sea; Seven bright weather-cocks shining in the sun; Seven slim race-horses ready for a run; Seven gold butterflies, flitting overhead; Seven red roses blowing in a garden bed; Seven white lilies, with honey bees inside them; Seven round rainbows with clouds to divide them; Seven pretty little girls with sugar on their lips; Seven witty little boys, whom everybody tips; Seven nice fathers, to call little maids joys; Seven nice mothers, to kiss the little boys; Seven nights running I dreamt it all plain; With bread and jam for supper I could dream it all again!
William Brighty Rands.
The Dream of a Boy Who Lived at Nine-Elms
Nine grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns; Nine bakers' baskets, with hot-cross buns; Nine brown elephants, standing in a row; Nine new velocipedes, good ones to go; Nine knickerbocker suits, with buttons all complete; Nine pair of skates with straps for the feet; Nine clever conjurors eating hot coals; Nine sturdy mountaineers leaping on their poles; Nine little drummer-boys beating on their drums; Nine fat aldermen sitting on their thumbs; Nine new knockers to our front door; Nine new neighbours that I never saw before; Nine times running I dreamt it all plain; With bread and cheese for supper I could dream it all again!
William Brighty Rands.
A Little Boy's Pocket
Do you know what's in my pottet? Such a lot of treasures in it! Listen now while I bedin it: Such a lot of sings it holds, And everysin dats in my pottet, And when, and where, and how I dot it. First of all, here's in my pottet A beauty shell, I pit'd it up: And here's the handle of a tup That somebody has broked at tea; The shell's a hole in it, you see: Nobody knows dat I dot it, I teep it safe here in my pottet. And here's my ball too in my pottet, And here's my pennies, one, two, free, That Aunty Mary dave to me, To-morrow day I'll buy a spade, When I'm out walking with the maid; I tant put that here in my pottet! But I can use it when I've dot it. Here's some more sings in my pottet, Here's my lead, and here's my string; And once I had an iron ring, But through a hole it lost one day, And this is what I always say— A hole's the worst sing in a pottet, Be sure and mend it when you've dot it.
Unknown.
A. Apple Pie
a
A was once an apple-pie, Pidy, Widy, Tidy, Pidy, Nice insidy, Apple-pie!
b
B was once a little bear, Beary, Wary, Hairy, Beary, Taky caky, Little bear!
c
C was once a little cake, Caky, Baky, Maky, Caky, Taky caky, Little cake!
d
D was once a little doll, Dolly, Molly, Polly, Nolly, Nursy dolly, Little doll!
e
E was once a little eel, Eely, Weely, Peely, Eely, Twirly, tweely, Little eel!
f
F was once a little fish, Fishy, Wishy, Squishy, Fishy, In a dishy, Little fish!
g
G was once a little goose, Goosy, Moosy, Boosey, Goosey, Waddly-woosy, Little goose!
h
H was once a little hen, Henny, Chenny, Tenny, Henny, Eggsy-any, Little hen?
i
I was once a bottle of ink, Inky, Dinky, Thinky, Inky, Blacky minky, Bottle of ink!
j
J was once a jar of jam, Jammy, Mammy, Clammy, Jammy, Sweety, swammy, Jar of jam!
k
K was once a little kite, Kity, Whity, Flighty, Kity, Out of sighty, Little kite!
l
L was once a little lark, Larky, Marky, Harky, Larky, In the parky, Little lark!
m
M was once a little mouse, Mousy, Bousy, Sousy, Mousy, In the housy, Little mouse!
n
N was once a little needle, Needly, Tweedly, Threedly, Needly, Wisky, wheedly, Little needle!
o
O was once a little owl, Owly, Prowly, Howly, Owly, Browny fowly, Little owl!
p
P was once a little pump, Pumpy, Slumpy, Flumpy, Pumpy, Dumpy, thumpy, Little pump!
q
Q was once a little quail, Quaily, Faily, Daily, Quaily, Stumpy-taily, Little quail!
r
R was once a little rose, Rosy, Posy, Nosy, Rosy, Blows-y, grows-y, Little rose!
s
S was once a little shrimp, Shrimpy, Nimpy, Flimpy, Shrimpy, Jumpy, jimpy, Little shrimp!
t
T was once a little thrush, Thrushy, Hushy, Bushy, Thrushy, Flitty, flushy, Little thrush!
u
U was once a little urn, Urny, Burny, Turny, Urny, Bubbly, burny, Little urn!
v
V was once a little vine, Viny, Winy, Twiny, Viny, Twisty-twiny, Little vine!
w
W was once a whale, Whaly, Scaly, Shaly, Whaly, Tumbly-taily, Mighty whale!
x
X was once a great king Xerxes, Xerxy, Perxy, Turxy, Xerxy, Linxy, lurxy, Great King Xerxes!
y
Y was once a little yew, Yewdy, Fewdy, Crudy, Yewdy, Growdy, grewdy, Little yew!
z
Z was once a piece of zinc, Tinky, Winky, Blinky, Tinky, Tinkly minky, Piece of zinc!
Edward Lear.
A was an Ant
A was an ant Who seldom stood still, And who made a nice house In the side of a hill. a Nice little ant!
B was a book With a binding of blue, And pictures and stories For me and for you. b Nice little book!
C was a cat Who ran after a rat; But his courage did fail When she seized on his tail. c Crafty old cat!
D was a duck With spots on his back, Who lived in the water, And always said "Quack!" d Dear little duck!
E was an elephant, Stately and wise: He had tusks and a trunk, And two queer little eyes. e Oh, what funny small eyes!
F was a fish Who was caught in a net; But he got out again, And is quite alive yet. f Lively young fish!
G was a goat Who was spotted with brown: When he did not lie still He walked up and down. g Good little goat!
H was a hat Which was all on one side; Its crown was too high, And its brim was too wide. h Oh, what a hat!
I was some ice So white and so nice, But which nobody tasted; And so it was wasted. i All that good ice!
J was a jackdaw Who hopped up and down In the principal street Of a neighboring town. j All through the town!
K was a kite Which flew out of sight, Above houses so high, Quite into the sky. k Fly away, kite!
L was a light Which burned all the night, And lighted the gloom Of a very dark room. l Useful nice light!
M was a mill Which stood on a hill, And turned round and round With a loud hummy sound. m Useful old mill!
N was a net Which was thrown in the sea To catch fish for dinner For you and for me. n Nice little net!
O was an orange So yellow and round: When it fell off the tree, It fell down to the ground. o Down to the ground!
P was a pig, Who was not very big; But his tail was too curly, And that made him surly. p Cross little pig!
Q was a quail With a very short tail; And he fed upon corn In the evening and morn. q Quaint little quail!
R was a rabbit, Who had a bad habit Of eating the flowers In gardens and bowers. r Naughty fat rabbit!
S was the sugar-tongs, Nippity-nee, To take up the sugar To put in our tea. s Nippity-nee!
T was a tortoise, All yellow and black: He walked slowly away, And he never came back. t Torty never came back!
U was an urn All polished and bright, And full of hot water At noon and at night. u Useful old urn!
V was a villa Which stood on a hill, By the side of a river, And close to a mill. v Nice little villa!
W was a whale With a very long tail, Whose movements were frantic Across the Atlantic. w Monstrous old whale!
X was King Xerxes, Who, more than all Turks, is Renowned for his fashion Of fury and passion. x Angry old Xerxes!
Y was a yew, Which flourished and grew By a quiet abode Near the side of a road. y Dark little yew!
Z was some zinc, So shiny and bright, Which caused you to wink In the sun's merry light. z Beautiful zinc!
Edward Lear.
The Table and the Chair
I
Said the Table to the Chair, "You can hardly be aware How I suffer from the heat And from chilblains on my feet. If we took a little walk, We might have a little talk; Pray let us take the air," Said the Table to the Chair.
II
Said the Chair unto the Table, "Now, you know we are not able: How foolishly you talk, When you know we cannot walk!" Said the Table with a sigh, "It can do no harm to try. I've as many legs as you: Why can't we walk on two?"
III
So they both went slowly down, And walked about the town With a cheerful bumpy sound As they toddled round and round; And everybody cried, As they hastened to their side, "See! the Table and the Chair Have come out to take the air!"
IV
But in going down an alley, To a castle in a valley, They completely lost their way, And wandered all the day; Till, to see them safely back, They paid a Ducky-quack, And a Beetle, and a Mouse, Who took them to their house.
V
Then they whispered to each other, "O delightful little brother, What a lovely walk we've taken! Let us dine on beans and bacon." So the Ducky and the leetle Browny-Mousy and the Beetle Dined, and danced upon their heads Till they toddled to their beds.
Edward Lear.
Feeding the Fairies
Fairies, fairies, come and be fed, Come and be fed like hens and cocks; Hither and thither with delicate tread, Flutter around me in fairy flocks. Come, little fairies, from far and near; Come, little fairies, I know you can fly; Who can be dear if you are not dear? And who is so fond of a fairy as I?
Fairies, fairies, come if you please, Nod your heads and ruffle your wings, Marching in order or standing at ease, Frolicsome fairies are dear little things! Golden the grain and silver the rice, Pleasant the crumbs from Mama's own bread, Currants pick'd out of the pudding are nice— Fairies, fairies, come and be fed!
Hushaby, oh! hushaby, oh! Hide by the door—keep very still— I must be gentle, I must speak low, Or frighten the fairies I certainly will. Fairies are easily frighten'd, I know; They are so small, we must pity their fears. Hushaby, oh! hushaby, oh! Coax them and humour them—poor little dears!
Fairies, fairies, why don't you come? Fairies, fairies, wherefore delay? In a few minutes I must run home— Cross little creatures! you know I can't stay! See how I scatter your beautiful food— Good little fairies would come when I call; Fairies, fairies, won't you be good? What is the use of my speaking at all?
"Two Friends."
The Fairy
Oh, who is so merry As the light-hearted fairy? He dances and sings To the sound of his wings, With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
Oh, who is so merry As the light-hearted fairy? His nectar he sips From the primrose's lips, With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
Oh, who is so merry As the light-hearted fairy? His night is the noon, And his sun is the moon, With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
Unknown.
V
THE QUEEN-MOTHER'S COUNSEL
A Thought[7]
It is very nice to think The world is full of meat and drink, With little children saying grace In every Christian kind of place.
Robert Louis Stevenson.
[Footnote 7: From "Poems and Ballads," copyright, 1895, 1896, by Chas. Scribner's Sons.]
Inscription for My Little Son's Silver Plate[8]
When thou dost eat from off this plate, I charge thee be thou temperate; Unto thine elders at the board Do thou sweet reverence accord; And, though to dignity inclined, Unto the serving-folk be kind; Be ever mindful of the poor, Nor turn them hungry from the door; And unto God, for health and food And all that in thy life is good, Give thou thy heart in gratitude.
Eugene Field.
[Footnote 8: From "The Book of Joyous Children," copyright, 1902, by Chas. Scribner's Sons.]
Praise God
Praise God for wheat, so white and sweet. Of which to make our bread! Praise God for yellow corn, with which His waiting world is fed! Praise God for fish and flesh and fowl He gave to men for food! Praise God for every creature which He made and called it good!
Praise God for winter's store of ice, Praise God for summer's heat! Praise God for fruit trees bearing seed, "To you it is for meat!" Praise God for all the bounty By which the world is fed! Praise God, ye children all, to whom He gives your daily bread!
Unknown.
The Eyes of God
God watches o'er us all the day, At home, at school, and at our play; And when the sun has left the skies He watches with a million eyes.
Gabriel Setoun.
Kindness to Animals
Little children, never give Pain to things that feel and live: Let the gentle robin come For the crumbs you save at home,— As his meat you throw along He'll repay you with a song; Never hurt the timid hare Peeping from her green grass lair, Let her come and sport and play On the lawn at close of day; The little lark goes soaring high To the bright windows of the sky, Singing as if 'twere always spring, And fluttering on an untired wing,— Oh! let him sing his happy song, Nor do these gentle creatures wrong.
Unknown.
How Doth the Little Busy Bee
How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flow'r!
How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax! And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labour or of skill, I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthful play, Let my first years be past, That I may give for ev'ry day Some good account at last.
Isaac Watts.
Deeds of Kindness
Suppose the little cowslip Should hang its golden cup, And say, "I'm such a tiny flower, I'd better not grow up." How many a weary traveller Would miss its fragrant smell! How many a little child would grieve To lose it from the dell!
Suppose the glistening dewdrop Upon the grass should say, "What can a little dewdrop do? I'd better roll away." The blade on which it rested, Before the day was done, Without a drop to moisten it, Would wither in the sun.
Suppose the little breezes, Upon a summer's day, Should think themselves too small to cool The traveller on his way: Who would not miss the smallest And softest ones that blow, And think they made a great mistake, If they were talking so?
How many deeds of kindness A little child may do, Although it has so little strength, And little wisdom too! It wants a loving spirit, Much more than strength, to prove How many things a child may do For others by its love.
F. P.
Good Advice
Seldom "can't," Seldom "don't"; Never "shan't," Never "won't."
Christina G. Rossetti.
I'll Try
Two Robin Redbreasts built their nest Within a hollow tree; The hen sat quietly at home, The cock sang merrily; And all the little robins said: "Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee."
One day the sun was warm and bright, And shining in the sky, Cock Robin said: "My little dears, 'Tis time you learned to fly"; And all the little young ones said: "I'll try, I'll try, I'll try."
I know a child, and who she is I'll tell you by and by, When mother says "Do this," or "that," She says "What for?" and "Why?" She'd be a better child by far If she would say "I'll try."
Unknown.
Clothes
Although my clothes are fine and gay They should not make me vain, For Nurse can take them all away, And put them on again.
Each flower grows her pretty gown, So does each little weed, Their dresses are their very own, They may be proud indeed!
Abbie Farwell Brown.
A Music Box
I am a little Music Box Wound up and made to go, And play my little living-tune The best way that I know.
If I am naughty, cross, or rude The music will go wrong, My little works be tangled up, And spoil the pretty song.
I must be very sweet and good And happy all the day, And then the little Music Box In tune will always play.
Abbie Farwell Brown.
If Ever I See
If ever I see, On bush or tree, Young birds in their pretty nest, I must not in play, Steal the birds away, To grieve their mother's breast.
My mother, I know, Would sorrow so, Should I be stolen away; So I'll speak to the birds In my softest words, Nor hurt them in my play.
And when they can fly In the bright blue sky, They'll warble a song to me; And then if I'm sad It will make me glad To think they are happy and free.
Lydia Maria Child.
Employment
Who'll come and play with me here under the tree, My sisters have left me alone; My sweet little Sparrow, come hither to me, And play with me while they are gone.
O no, little lady, I can't come, indeed, I've no time to idle away, I've got all my dear little children to feed, And my nest to new cover with hay.
Pretty Bee, do not buzz about over the flower, But come here and play with me, do: The Sparrow won't come and stay with me an hour But stay, pretty Bee—will not you?
O no, little lady, for do not you see, Those must work who would prosper and thrive, If I play, they would call me a sad idle bee, And perhaps turn me out of the hive.
Stop! stop! little Ant—do not run off so fast, Wait with me a little and play: I hope I shall find a companion at last, You are not so busy as they.
O no, little lady, I can't stay with you, We're not made to play, but to labor: I always have something or other to do, If not for myself, for a neighbor.
What then, have they all some employment but me, Who lie lounging here like a dunce? O then, like the Ant, and the Sparrow, and Bee, I'll go to my lesson at once.
Jane Taylor.
Stitching
A pocket handkerchief to hem— Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! How many stitches it will take Before it's done, I fear.
Yet set a stitch and then a stitch, And stitch and stitch away, Till stitch by stitch the hem is done— And after work is play!
Christina G. Rossetti.
Learning to Play
Upon a tall piano stool I have to sit and play A stupid finger exercise For half an hour a day.
They call it "playing," but to me It's not a bit of fun. I play when I am out of doors, Where I can jump and run.
But Mother says the little birds Who sing so nicely now, Had first to learn, and practice too, All sitting on a bough.
And maybe if I practice hard, Like them, I too, some day, Shall make the pretty music sound; Then I shall call it "play."
Abbie Farwell Brown.
In Trust[9]
It's coming, boys, It's almost here; It's coming, girls, The grand New Year!
A year to be glad in, Not to be bad in; A year to live in, To gain and give in; A year for trying, And not for sighing; A year for striving And hearty thriving; A bright new year. Oh! hold it dear; For God who sendeth He only lendeth.
Mary Mapes Dodge.
[Footnote 9: From "Rhymes and Jingles," copyright, 1874, 1904, by Chas. Scribner's Sons.]
VI
THE PALACE BED-TIME
Watching Angels
Angels at the foot, And Angels at the head, And like a curly little lamb My pretty babe in bed.
Christina G. Rossetti.
The Story of Baby's Blanket
Once a little Baby, On a sunny day, Out among the daisies Took his happy way. Little lambs were frisking In the fields so green, While the fleecy mothers All at rest were seen.
For a while the Baby Played and played and played; Then he sat and rested In the pleasant shade. Soon a Sheep came near him, Growing very bold, And this wondrous story To the Baby told:
"Baby's little blanket, Socks and worsted ball, Winter cap and mittens, And his flannels all, And his pretty afghan Warm and soft and fine, Once as wool were growing On this back of mine!
"And the soft bed blankets, For his cosey sleep, These were also given By his friends, the sheep." Such the wondrous story That the Baby heard: Did he understand it? Not a single word!
Emilie Poulsson.
The Story of Baby's Pillow
These are the Eggs that were put in a nest; These are the Goslings in yellow down drest.
This is the Farmyard where, living in peace, All the young Goslings grew up to be Geese.
Here's the Goose family waddling about— In a procession they always walk out.
This is the Farmer who said, "Every Goose Now has some feathers on, ready for use."
This is the Farmer's Wife, plucking with care All of the feathers the Geese can well spare.
This is the Pillow the Merchant displayed: "Yes, of the finest Goose-feathers 'tis made."
This is the Mother who put on its case, Laid the wee Pillow away in its place.
This is the Crib with its furnishings white, This the dear Baby who bids you "Good-night."
Emilie Poulsson.
The New Moon
Dear mother, how pretty The moon looks to-night! She was never so cunning before; Her two little horns Are so sharp and so bright, I hope she'll not grow any more.
If I were up there With you and my friends, I'd rock in it nicely, you see; I'd sit in the middle And hold by both ends; O, what a bright cradle 'twould be!
I would call to the stars To keep out of the way, Lest we should rock over their toes, And there I would rock Till the dawn of the day, And see where the pretty moon goes.
And there we would stay In the beautiful skies, And through the bright clouds we would roam; We would see the sun set, And see the sun rise, And on the next rainbow come home.
Eliza Lee Follen.
Lady Moon
Lady moon, lady moon, Sailing so high! Drop down to baby From out the clear sky; Babykin, babykin, Down far below, I hear thee calling, But I cannot go.
But lady moon sendeth thee Soft shining rays; Moon loves the baby, The moonlight says. In her house dark and blue, Though she must stay, Kindly she'll watch thee Till dawns the new day.
Kate Kellogg.
The Star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark Thanks you for your tiny spark: He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark-blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveller in the dark, Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Unknown.
The Child's Star
The star that watched above your sleep has just put out his light. "Good day, to you on earth," he said, "is here in heav'n, good night." "But tell the child when he awakes, to watch for my return, For I'll hang out my lamp again, when his begins to burn."
John B. Tabb.
Do You Know How Many Stars?
Do you know how many stars There are shining in the skies? Do you know how many clouds Ev'ry day go floating by? God in heaven has counted all, He would miss one should it fall.
Do you know how many children Go to little beds at night, And without a care or sorrow, Wake up in the morning light? God in heaven each name can tell, Loves you, too, and loves you well.
From the German.
Where Do All the Daisies Go?
Where do all the daisies go? I know, I know! Underneath the snow they creep, Nod their little heads and sleep, In the springtime out they peep; That is where they go!
Where do all the birdies go? I know, I know! Far away from winter snow To the fair, warm South they go; There they stay till daisies blow, That is where they go!
Where do all the babies go? I know, I know! In the glancing firelight warm, Safely sheltered from all harm, Soft they lie on mother's arm, That is where they go!
Unknown.
The Sweetest Place
A meadow for the little lambs; A honey hive for bees; And pretty nests for singing birds Among the leafy trees. There's rest for all the little ones In one place or another; But who has half so sweet a place As baby with her mother?
The little chickens cuddle close, Beneath the old hen's wing; "Peep! Peep!" they say; "we're not afraid Of dark or any thing." So, safe and sound, they nestle there, The one beside the other; But safer, happier, by far, Is baby with her mother.
Mary F. Butts.
Good-Night
Little baby, lay your head On your pretty cradle-bed; Shut your eye-peeps, now the day And the light are gone away; All the clothes are tucked in tight; Little baby dear, good-night.
Yes, my darling, well I know How the bitter wind doth blow; And the winter's snow and rain Patter on the window-pane: But they cannot come in here, To my little baby dear;
For the window shutteth fast, Till the stormy night is past; And the curtains warm are spread Round about her cradle-bed: So till morning shineth bright, Little baby dear, good-night.
Jane Taylor.
Nursery Song
As I walked over the hill one day, I listened, and heard a mother-sheep say, "In all the green world there is nothing so sweet As my little lamb, with his nimble feet; With his eye so bright, And his wool so white, Oh, he is my darling, my heart's delight!" And the mother-sheep and her little one Side by side lay down in the sun; And they went to sleep on the hill-side warm, While my little lammie lies here on my arm.
I went to the kitchen, and what did I see But the old gray cat with her kittens three! I heard her whispering soft: said she, "My kittens, with tails so cunningly curled, Are the prettiest things that can be in the world. The bird on the tree, And the old ewe she, May love their babies exceedingly; But I love my kittens there, Under the rocking-chair. I love my kittens with all my might, I love them at morning, noon, and night. Now I'll take up my kitties, the kitties I love, And we'll lie down together beneath the warm stove." Let the kittens sleep under the stove so warm, While my little darling lies here on my arm.
I went to the yard, and I saw the old hen Go clucking about with her chickens ten; She clucked and she scratched and she bustled away, And what do you think I heard the hen say? I heard her say, "The sun never did shine On anything like to these chickens of mine. You may hunt the full moon and the stars, if you please, But you never will find ten such chickens as these. My dear, downy darlings, my sweet little things, Come, nestle now cozily under my wings." So the hen said, And the chickens all sped As fast as they could to their nice feather bed. And there let them sleep, in their feathers so warm, While my little chick lies here on my arm.
Mrs. Carter.
How They Sleep
Some things go to sleep in such a funny way: Little birds stand on one leg and tuck their heads away;
Chickens do the same, standing on their perch; Little mice lie soft and still as if they were in church;
Kittens curl up close in such a funny ball; Horses hang their sleepy heads and stand still in a stall;
Sometimes dogs stretch out, or curl up in a heap; Cows lie down upon their sides when they would go to sleep.
But little babies dear are snugly tucked in beds, Warm with blankets, all so soft, and pillows for their heads.
Bird and beast and babe—I wonder which of all Dream the dearest dreams that down from dreamland fall!
Unknown.
Baby-Land
Which is the way to Baby-Land? Any one can tell; Up one flight, To your right; Please to ring the bell.
What can you see in Baby-Land? Little folks in white, Downy heads, Cradle-beds, Faces pure and bright.
What do they do in Baby-Land? Dream and wake and play, Laugh and crow, Shout and grow, Jolly times have they.
What do they say in Baby-Land? Why, the oddest things; Might as well Try to tell What a birdie sings.
Who is the queen of Baby-Land? Mother kind and sweet; And her love, Born above, Guides the little feet.
George Cooper.
Lullaby
Baby wants a lullaby; Where should mother find it? In a bird's nest rocked on high; Birdie, birdie lined it; Find it under birdie's wing,— Soft birdie's feather;— O the downy, downy thing! O the summer weather!
Baby wants a lullaby; Where shall sister find it? In a soft cloud of the sky, With white wool behind it; Watch you may, but cannot guess If the cloud has motion, Such a perfect calm there is In the airy ocean.
O the land of Lullabies! Where shall father find it? Safe in mother's breast it lies, With her arms to bind it; O a soft and sleepy song! Sleep, baby blossom! Sleep is short, sleep is long, Sweet is mother's bosom!
William Brighty Rands.
A Cradle Song
What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away.
What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away. Baby, sleep a little longer, Till the little limbs are stronger. If she sleeps a little longer, Baby too shall fly away.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
Good-night Prayer for a Little Child
Father, unto Thee I pray, Thou hast guarded me all day; Safe I am while in Thy sight, Safely let me sleep to-night.
Bless my friends, the whole world bless, Help me to learn helpfulness; Keep me ever in Thy sight: So to all I say Good-night.
Henry Johnstone.
The Sleepy Song[10]
As soon as the fire burns red and low And the house upstairs is still, She sings me a queer little sleepy song, Of sheep that go over the hill.
The good little sheep run quick and soft, Their colors are gray and white; They follow their leader nose and tail, For they must be home by night.
And one slips over, and one comes next, And one runs after behind; The gray one's nose at the white one's tail, The top of the hill they find.
And when they get to the top of the hill They quietly slip away, But one runs over and one comes next— Their colors are white and gray.
And over they go, and over they go, And over the top of the hill The good little sheep run quick and soft, And the house upstairs is still.
And one slips over and one comes next, The good little, gray little sheep! I watch how the fire burns red and low, And she says that I fall asleep.
Josephine Daskam Bacon.
[Footnote 10: From "Poems," copyright, 1903, by Chas. Scribner's Sons.]
Minnie and Winnie
Minnie and Winnie Slept in a shell. Sleep, little ladies! And they slept well.
Pink was the shell within, Silver without; Sounds of the great sea Wandered about.
Sleep, little ladies! Wake not soon! Echo on echo Dies to the moon.
Two bright stars Peeped into the shell. "What are they dreaming of? Who can tell?"
Started a green linnet Out of the croft; Wake, little ladies! The sun is aloft.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
Queen Mab
A little fairy comes at night; Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown, With silver spots upon her wings, And from the moon she flutters down.
She has a little silver wand, And when a good child goes to bed, She weaves her wand from right to left, And makes a circle round its head.
And then it dreams of pleasant things— Of fountains filled with fairy fish, And trees that bear delicious fruit, And bow their branches at a wish;
Of arbors filled with dainty scents From lovely flowers that never fade, Bright flies that glitter in the sun, And glow-worms shining in the shade;
And talking birds with gifted tongues For singing songs and telling tales, And pretty dwarfs to show the way Through fairy hills and fairy dales.
Thomas Hood.
A Boy's Mother[11]
My mother she's so good to me, Ef I was good as I could be, I couldn't be as good—no, sir!— Can't any boy be good as her.
She loves me when I'm glad er sad; She loves me when I'm good er bad; An', what's a funniest thing, she says She loves me when she punishes.
I don't like her to punish me,— That don't hurt,—but it hurts to see Her cryin'.—Nen I cry; an' nen We both cry an' be good again.
She loves me when she cuts an' sews My little cloak an' Sund'y clothes; An' when my Pa comes home to tea, She loves him most as much as me.
She laughs an' tells him all I said, An' grabs me up an' pats my head; An' I hug her, an' hug my Pa, An' love him purt' nigh much as Ma.
James Whitcomb Riley.
[Footnote 11: From "Rhymes of Childhood," copyright, 1905, and by special permission of the publishers, The Bobbs-Merrill Company.]
Our Mother
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky, Hundreds of shells on the shore together, Hundreds of birds that go singing by, Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather,
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, Hundreds of bees in the purple clover, Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, But only one mother the wide world over.
Unknown.
Said I to myself, here's a chance for me, The Lilliput Laureate for to be! And these are the Specimens I sent in To Pinafore Palace. Shall I win?
William Brighty Rands.
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INDEX
A BOY'S MOTHER, 238
A cat came fiddling, 55
A CRADLE SONG, 233
A DEWDROP, 129
A farmer went trotting, 23
A HAPPY CHILD, 121
A little boy and a little girl, 77
A little boy once played so loud, 178
A LITTLE BOY'S POCKET, 180
A little fairy comes at night, 237
Although my clothes are fine and gay, 211
A meadow for the little lambs, 226
A MUSIC BOX, 211
A MYSTERY, 138
Angels at the foot, 219
ANNIE'S GARDEN, 134
A pocket handkerchief to hem, 214
A pool in a garden green, 149
A. APPLE PIE, 182
A PUPPY'S PROBLEM, 168
AROUND THE WORLD, 115
As I walked over the hill one day, 228
As I was going o'er Westminster bridge, 96
As I was going to St. Ives, 96
As I went through the garden gap, 95
As round as an apple, as deep as a cup, 94
As soft as silk, as white as milk, 95
As soon as the fire burns red and low, 234
A sunshiny shower, 102
A swarm of bees in May, 101
As the days grow longer, 102
As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks, 57
A TEA-PARTY, 114
A THOUGHT, 205
A WAS AN ANT, 190
A was an ant, 190
A was once an apple-pie, 182
Baa, baa, black sheep, 32
BABY-LAND, 231
Baby mustn't frown, 128
Baby wants a lullaby, 232
Baby wants his breakfast, 34
BABY'S BREAKFAST, 34
BABY'S FRIENDS, 29
BABY'S JOURNEYS, 21
BABY'S HUSH-A-BYES, 15
BABY'S PLAYS, 3
BEES, 133
Bees don't care about the snow, 133
Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, 43
Betty Pringle had a little pig, 33
Between the hill and the brook, ook, ook, 54
Black within and red without, 93
Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go! 8
Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea, 39
BOSSY AND THE DAISY, 161
Bow-wow-wow! 8
Brave news is come to town, 58
Brow bender, 3
Bye, baby bunting, 15
CHICKENS IN TROUBLE, 163
Children go, 111
Clap, clap handies, 5
CLOTHES, 211
Cock crows in the morn, 101
Come, Charles, blow the trumpet, 112
Come hither, little puppy-dog, 51
Come hither, sweet Robin, 34
COME LITTLE LEAVES, 151
"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day, 151
Come! supper is ready, 159
COUNTING OUT, 114
Cross-patch, 105
CUDDLE DOWN DOLLY, 117
Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine? 43
Cushy, cow bonny, let down thy milk, 33
Dance, little baby, dance up high, 22
Dance to your daddy, 6
Dear, dear! what can the matter be? 53
Dear mother, how pretty, 221
DEEDS OF KINDNESS, 208
Ding, dong, bell, 78
"Don't pick all the flowers!" cried Daisy one day, 139
Down in a dark dungeon I saw a brave knight, 94
DO YOU GUESS IT IS I? 97
DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY STARS? 224
Do you know how many stars, 224
Do you know what's in my pottet? 180
Eight fingers, 8
Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess, 95
EMPLOYMENT, 213
Evening red and morning gray, 102
Every evening Baby goes, 25
EXTREMES, 178
Fairies, fairies, come and be fed, 199
Father, unto Thee I pray 234
FEEDING THE FAIRIES, 199
Flour of England, fruit of Spain, 96
Flowers from clods of clay and mud! 138
FOLLOW ME! 111
FOOT SOLDIERS, 5
For every ill beneath the sun, 103
For want of a nail, the shoe was lost, 105
FOUR PETS, 168
Gay go up and gay go down, 60
Girls and boys, come out to play, 60
God watches o'er us all the day, 206
GOOD ADVICE, 210
GOOD-NIGHT, 227
GOOD-NIGHT PRAYER FOR A LITTLE CHILD, 234
Goosey, goosey, gander, 48
Go to bed first, 104
GRANDMOTHER'S WISDOM, 101
Great King Sun is out in the cold, 137
GUESS-ME-QUICKS, 93
Hearts, like doors, will ope with ease, 105
He that would thrive, 101
Here sits the Lord Mayor, 3
Hey! diddle diddle, 50
Hey diddle, dinkety, poppety, pet, 24
Hey, my kitten, my kitten, 24
Hickory, dickory, dock, 55
Higher than a house, higher than a tree, 94
High on the top of an old pine-tree, 147
HOSPITALITY, 176
How do the pussy-willows grow? 136
HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE, 207
How doth the little busy bee, 207
How many days has my baby to play? 6
HOW THEY SLEEP, 230
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, 94
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky, 239
Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top, 15
Hush thee, my babby, 15
I am a gold lock, 59
I am a little Music Box, 211
I am a little thing, 97
If all the seas were one sea, 57
If all the world were apple-pie, 59
If all were rain and never sun, 133
IF EVER I SEE, 212
If ever I see, 212
If wishes were horses, 105
If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger, 104
I had a little bird, 165
I had a little doggy that used to sit and beg, 30
I had a little husband, 80
I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear, 97
I had a little pony, 30
I LIKE LITTLE PUSSY, 170
I like little Pussy, 170
I'll tell you a story, 48
I'LL TRY, 210
I'm a pretty little thing, 134
In flow'ry Japan, the home of the fan, 116
In go-cart so tiny, 115
In little Annie's garden, 134
In marble walls as white as milk, 93
INSCRIPTION FOR MY LITTLE SON'S SILVER PLATE, 205
In summer I am very glad, 119
Intery, mintery, cutery-corn, 114
IN TRUST, 215
"I," said the duck. "I call it fun", 131
I saw a ship a-sailing, 62
I see a nest in a green elm-tree, 126
It is very nice to think, 205
It's coming, boys, 215
It was a merry time, 67
I went to the wood and got it, 95
1. I went up one pair of stairs, 60
JACK HORNER, 40
Jack Homer was a pretty lad, 40
Jack and Jill went up the hill, 41
Jack Sprat could eat no fat, 78
January brings the snow, 125
John Ball shot them all, 89
KEEPING STORE, 119
KINDNESS TO ANIMALS, 207
Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home, 29
LADY MOON, 222
Lady moon, lady moon, 222
LEARNING TO PLAY, 215
Little baby, lay your head, 227
Little Bo-Peep, she lost her sheep, 81
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, 42
Little children, never give, 207
Little drop of dew, 129
LITTLE JACK FROST, 152
Little Jack Frost went up the hill, 152
"Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?" 78
Little Miss Muffet, 42
Little Nan Etticoat, 94
Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, 33
Little Tom Tucker, 41
"Lock the dairy door!" Oh, hark, the cock is crowing proudly! 177
Long legs, crooked thighs, 94
LOST, 177
Lucy Locket lost her pocket, 42
LULLABY, 232
March winds and April showers, 102
Mary had a pretty bird, 29
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, 43
MEADOW TALK, 139
Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring, 7
MINNIE AND WINNIE, 236
Minnie and Winnie, 236
Monday's child is fair of face, 106
My dear, do you know, 75
My house is red—a little house, 121
My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind, 106
My maid Mary, 43
My mother she's so good to me, 238
MY SHIP AND I, 115
Nine grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns, 180
No, little worm, you need not slip, 143
Now, Lamb, no longer naughty be, 167
NURSERY HEROES AND HEROINES, 39
NURSERY NONSENSE, 47
NURSERY NOVELS, 67
NURSERY SONG, 228
O come to the garden, dear brother, and see, 154
Oh, who is so merry, 200
O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship, 115
Old King Cole, 44
Old Mother Goose, when, 47
O mother, mother! I'm so cold, 163
Once a little Baby, 219
ONE AND ONE, 120
One misty, moisty morning, 58
ONE, TWO, 6
One, two, 6
On yonder hill there stands a tree, 88
OUR MOTHER, 239
O winds that blow across the sea, 130
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man! 4
Pat it, kiss it, 4
Pease porridge hot, 4
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, 78
Peter White will ne'er go right, 53
PLAYGROUNDS, 119
PRAISE GOD, 206
Praise God for wheat, so white and sweet, 206
Pretty Moo-cow, will you tell, 161
Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot, 49
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, 32
Pussy has a whiskered face, 168
Pussy sits beside the fire, 31
PUSSY WILLOW, 135
Pussy Willow wakened, 135
QUEEN MAB, 237
RAIN, 132
Rainbow at night, 103
RAIN IN SPRING, 133
RHYMES ABOUT A LITTLE WOMAN, 24
Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me ree, 93
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, 21
Right up into Bossy's eyes, 161
Ring the bell, 4
Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green, 15
Said a Snake to a Frog with a wrinkled skin, 176
Said Robin to his pretty mate, 145
Said the Table to the Chair, 197
Said this little fairy, 9
See-saw sacradown, 22
Seldom "can't," 210
Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree, 179
Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare, 5
Simple Simon met a pieman, 41
Sing a song of sixpence, 80
Six little mice sat down to spin, 32
Sleep, baby, sleep! 16
SNAKE STORY, 174
SNOW, 154
SNOWDROPS, 137
Solomon Grundy, 50
Some things go to sleep in such a funny way, 230
So soft and gentle falls the rain, 133
SPRING QUESTIONS, 136
STITCHING, 214
SUN AND RAIN, 133
Suppose the little cowslip, 208
Ten snowy white pigeons are standing in line, 10
THE BABY'S BIRTHDAY, 112
THE BARNYARD, 10
The bee is a rover, 150
THE BROWN THRUSH, 146
THE CITY MOUSE AND THE GARDEN MOUSE, 145
The city mouse lives in a house, 145
THE CHILD AND THE WORLD, 126
THE CHILD'S STAR, 224
THE CLUCKING HEN, 162
THE COW, 159
THE COW, 161
THE DARLING BIRDS, 166
The darling birds are warm, 166
THE DAISY, 134
THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN, 73
THE DIFFERENCE, 8
THE DREAM OF A BOY WHO LIVED AT NINE-ELMS, 180
THE DREAM OF A GIRL WHO LIVED AT SEVEN-OAKS, 179
THE EYES OF GOD, 206
THE FAIRY, 200
THE FASTIDIOUS SERPENT, 173
THE FEAST OF THE DOLL, 116
THE FIVE LITTLE FAIRIES, 9
The friendly cow all red and white, 159
THE FUNNIEST THING IN THE WORLD, 165
The funniest thing in the world, I know, 165
THE GARDEN YEAR, 125
THE GOOD MOLLY COW, 159
THE GRAVEL PATH, 128
The ground was all covered with snow one day, 153
THE HAPPY WORLD, 150
The King of France, and four thousand men, 55
THE LAMB, 167
The lion and the unicorn, 49
THE LITTLE DOVES, 147
The little priest of Felton, 78
The man in the moon, 53
The man in the wilderness asked me, 59
THE MELANCHOLY PIG, 176
THE NEW MOON, 221
The north wind doth blow, 30
THE ORPHAN'S SONG, 165
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SKY, 149
THE OWL AND THE EEL AND THE WARMING-PAN, 173
The owl and the eel and the warming-pan, 173
THE PALACE BED-TIME, 219
THE PALACE GARDEN, 125
THE PALACE JEST-BOOK, 173
THE PALACE PETS, 159
THE PALACE PLAYTIME, 111
THE PIGEONS, 10
THE QUEEN-MOTHER'S COUNSEL, 205
The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, 76
THE RABBITS, 54
The rain is raining all around, 132
THE ROBIN TO HIS MATE, 145
THE SLEEPY SONG, 234
THE SNAIL, 143
The Snail he lives in his hard round house, 143
THE SNOW-BIRD'S SONG, 153
THE STAR, 223
The star that watched above your sleep has just put out his light, 224
THE STORY OF BABY'S BLANKET, 219
THE STORY OF BABY'S PILLOW, 220
THE SWEETEST PLACE, 226
THE TABLE AND THE CHAIR, 197
THE WIND'S SONG, 130
There is one that has a head without an eye, 97
THE WORM, 143
There was a butcher cut his thumb, 62
There was a crooked man, 49
There was a girl in our town, 95
There was a little man, 82
There was a little nobby colt, 29
There was a little Serpent and he wouldn't go to school, 174
There was a man in our town, 50
There was an old man, 58
There was an old woman went up in a basket, 44
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, 56
There was a Pig, that sat alone, 176
There was a snake that dwelt in Skye, 173
There were two birds sat on a stone, 56
There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree, 146
These are the Eggs that were put in a nest, 220
They sent me to bed, dear, so dreadfully early, 117
They that wash on Monday, 103
Thirty days hath September, 103
Thirty white horses upon a red hill, 93
This is the house that Jack built, 84
This is the key of the kingdom, 87
This is the way the ladies ride, 24
This little pig went to market, 5
Three little kittens, they lost their mittens, 83
Three children sliding on the ice, 57
Three wise men of Gotham, 49
'Tis all the way to Toe-town, 5
To market, to market, 22
Tom, he was a piper's son 39
TREE ON THE HILL, 88
TWENTY FROGGIES, 142
Twenty froggies went to school, 142
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, 223
Two legs sat upon three legs, 96
Two little girls are better than one, 120
Two Robin Redbreasts built their nest, 210
Upon a great black horse-ily, 54
Upon a tall piano stool, 215
Warm, hands, warm, daddy's gone to plough, 4
WATCHING ANGELS, 219
We have bags and bags of whitest down, 119
What are little boys made of, made of? 51
What does little birdie say, 233
When good King Arthur ruled this land, 77
When I was a bachelor, 79
When Jacky's a very good boy, 102
When little Birdie bye-bye goes, 16
When Midget was a puppy, 168
When the Farmer's day is done, 10
When the wind is in the east, 104
When thou dost eat from off this plate, 205
WHERE DO ALL THE DAISIES GO, 225
Where do all the daisies go? 225
Which is the way to Baby-Land? 231
WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND? 129
Who has seen the wind? 129
Who killed Cock Robin? 73
WHO LIKES THE RAIN? 131
Who'll come and play with me here under the tree, 213
Will you take a walk with me, 162
You see, merry Phillis, that dear little maid, 114
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