Little boy eating some cake while his dog looks on
Young girl doing some baking while her cat looks on
Cupid and the lovebirds
Cupid in the love boat
OUR LITTLE PAT
Our little Pat
Was chasing the cat
And kicking the kittens about.
When mother said “Quit!”
He ran off to sit
On the top of the woodpile and pout;
But a sly little grin
Soon slid down his chin
And let all the sulkiness out.
HIPPITY HOP TO BED
O it’s hippity hop to bed!
I’d rather sit up instead.
But when father says “must,”
There’s nothing but just
Go hippity hop to bed.
The Animal Show
Father and mother and Bobbie will go
To see all the sights at the animal show.
Where lions and bears
Sit on dining room chairs,
Where a camel is able
To stand on a table,
Where monkeys and seals
All travel on wheels,
And a Zulu baboon
Rides a baby balloon.
The sooner you’re ready, the sooner we’ll go.
Aboard, all aboard, for the Animal Show!
The Blue Song
Hot mush and molasses all in a blue bowl—
Eat it, it’s good for you, sonny.
’T will make you grow tall as a telephone pole—
Eat it, it’s good for you, sonny.
Fresh fish and potatoes all on a blue plate—
Eat it up smart now, my sonny.
’T will make you as jolly and fat as Aunt Kate—
Eat it up quick now, my sonny.
Sweet milk from a nanny-goat in a blue cup—
Drink it, it’s good for you, sonny,
’T will fill you, expand you, and help you grow up,
And make a real man of you, sonny.
WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
Where are you going, sister Kate?
I’m going to swing on the garden gate,
And watch the fairy gypsies dance
Their tim-tam-tum on the cabbage-plants—
The great big one with the purple nose,
And the tiny tad with the pinky toes.
Where are you going, brother Ben?
I’m going to build a tiger-pen.
I’ll get iron and steel and ’lectric wire
And build it a hundred feet, or higher,
And put ten tigers in it too,
And a big wildcat, and—mebbe—you.
Where are you going, mother mine?
I’m going to sit by the old grapevine,
And watch the gliding swallow bring
Clay for her nest from the meadow spring—
Clay and straw and a bit of thread
To weave it into a baby’s bed.
Where are you going, grandma dear?
I’m going, love, where the skies are clear,
And the light winds lift the poppy flowers
And gather clouds for the summer showers,
Where the old folks and the children play
On the warm hillside through the livelong day.
Under the Willow
Put down your pillow under the willow,
Hang up your hat in the sun,
And lie down to snooze as long as you choose,
For the plowing and sowing are done.
Pick up your pillow from under the willow,
And clamber out into the sun.
Get a fork and a rake for goodness’ sake,
For the harvest time has begun.
Boots, Boots, Boots
Buster’s got a popper gun,
A reg’lar one that shoots,
And Teddy’s got an engine
With a whistler that toots.
But I’ve got something finer yet—
A pair of rubber boots.
Oh, it’s boots, boots, boots,
A pair of rubber boots!
I could walk from here to China
In a pair of rubber boots.
My Little Girlie
Little girlie tell to me
What your wistful blue eyes see?
Why you like to stand so high,
Looking at the far off sky.
Does a tiny Fairy flit
In the pretty blue of it?
Or is it that you hope so soon
To see the rising yellow Moon?
Or is it—as I think I've heard—
You're looking for a little Bird
To come and sit upon a spray,
And sing the summer night away?
Girl with Flowers
"Are you going next week to see Phillis and Phoebe?
Phillis on Monday will be just fourteen.
She says we shall all have our tea in the garden,
And afterwards have some nice games on the green.
"I wanted a new frock, but mother said, 'No,'
So I must be content with my old one you see.
But then white is so pretty, and kind Aunt Matilda
Has sent down a beautiful necklace for me."
"Oh, yes, I am going, and Peggy is going,
And mother is making us new frocks to wear;
I shall have my red sash and my hat with pink ribbons—
I know all the girls will be smart who are there.
"And then, too, we're going to each take a nosegay—
The larger the better—for Phillis to say
That all her friends love her, and wish her so happy,
And bring her sweet flowers upon her birthday.
"And won't it be lovely, in beautiful sunshine,
The table spread under the great apple tree,
To see little Phillis—that dear little Phillis—
Look smiling all round as she pours out the tea!"
In September, when the apples were red,
To Belinda I said,
"Would you like to go away
To Heaven, or stay
Here in this orchard full of trees
All your life?" And she said, "If you please
I'll stay here—where I know,
And the flowers grow."
Lady carrying child
3 girls walking with their lambs on leashes
I am a very little girl,
I think that I've turned two;
And if you'd like to know my name
I'd like to tell it you.
They always call me Baby,
But Phillis is my name.
No—no one ever gave it me,
I think it only came.
I've got a pretty tulip
In my little flower-bed;
If you would like I'll give it you—
It's yellow, striped with red.
I've got a little kitten, but
I can't give that away,
She likes to play with me so much;
She's gone to sleep to-day.
And I've got a nice new dolly,
Shall I fetch her out to you?
She's got such pretty shoes on,
And her bonnet's trimmed with blue.
You'd like to take her home with you?
Oh, no, she mustn't go;
Good-bye—I want to run now,
You walk along so slow.
"My Polly is so very good,
Belinda never cries;
My Baby often goes to sleep,
See how she shuts her eyes.
"Dear Mrs. Lemon tell me when
Belinda goes to school;
And what time does she go to bed?"
"Well, eight o'clock's the rule.
"But now and then, just for a treat,
I let her wait awhile;
You shake your head—why, wouldn't you?
Do look at Baby's smile!"
"Dear Mrs. Primrose will you come
One day next week to tea?
Of course bring Rosalinda, and
"Dear Mrs. Cowslip, you are kind;
My little folks, I know,
Will be so very pleased to come;
Dears—tell Mrs. Cowslip so.
"Oh, do you know—perhaps you've not heard—
She had a dreadful fright;
My Daisy with the measles
Kept me up every night.
"And then I've been so worried—
Clarissa had a fit;
And the doctor said he couldn't
In the least account for it."
Puff, puff, puff. How the trumpets blow
All you little boys and girls come and see the show.
One—two—three, the Cat runs up the tree;
But the little Bird he flies away—
"She hasn't got me!"
Oh, Susan Blue,
How do you do?
Please may I go for a walk with you?
Where shall we go?
Oh, I know—
Down in the meadow where the cowslips grow!
You very fine Miss Molly,
What will the daisies say,
If you carry home so many
Of their little friends to-day?
Perhaps you take a sister,
Perhaps you take a brother,
Or two little daisies who
Were fond of one another.
The Dancing Family
Pray let me introduce you to
This little dancing family;
For morning, afternoon, and night
They danced away so happily.
They twirled round about,
They turned their toes out;
The people wondered what the noise
Could all be about.
They danced from early morning,
Till very late at night;
Both in-doors and out-of-doors,
With very great delight.
And every sort of dance they knew,
From every country far away;
And so it was no wonder that
They should keep dancing all the day.
In sunshine or in rain;
And when they all left off,
Why then—they all began again.
From this town into
The next, to-day.
Jump over the moon;
Jump all the morning,
And all the noon.
Jump all night;
Won't our mothers
Be in a fright?
Over the sea;
What wonderful wonders
We shall see.
And leave behind
That we may find.
Jump far away;
And all come home
Some other day.
In my little Green House, quite content am I,
When the hot sun pours down from the sky;
For oh, I love the country—the beautiful country.
Who'd live in a London street when there's the country?
I live in a London street, then I long and long
To be the whole day the sweet Flowers among
Instead of tall chimney-pots up in the sky,
The joy of seeing Birds and Dragon Flies go by.
At home I lie in bed, and cannot go to sleep,
For the sound of cart-wheels upon the hard street.
But here my eyes close up to no sound of anything
Except it is to hear the nightingales sing.
And then I see the Chickens and the Geese go walking,
I hear the Pigs and the Ducks all talking.
And the Red and the Spotted Cows they stare at me,
As if they wondered whoever I could be.
I see the little Lambs out with their mothers—
Such pretty little white young sisters and brothers.
Oh, I'll stay in the country, and make a daisy chain,
And never go back to London again.
With Roses—red Roses,
We'll pelt her with Roses,
And Lilies—white Lilies we'll drop at her feet;
The little Queen's coming,
The people are running—
The people are running to greet and to meet.
Then clash out a welcome,
Let all the bells sound, come,
To give her a welcoming proud and sweet.
How her blue eyes will beam,
And her golden curls gleam,
When the sound of our singing rings down the street.
The Wedding Bells were ringing,
And Monday was the day,
And all the little ladies
Were there so fresh and gay.
And up—up—up the steps they went,
The wedding fine to see;
And the Roses were all for the Bride,
So pretty—so pretty was she.
See them go;
One, two, three—
Chloe, Prue, and me;
Up and down,
To the town.
A Lord was there,
And the Lady fair.
And what did they sing?
And the Black Crow flew off
With the Lady's Ring.
Oh, what shall my blue eyes go see?
Shall it be pretty Quack-Quack to-day?
Or the Peacock upon the Yew Tree?
Or the dear little white Lambs at play?
For Baby is such a young Petsy,
And Baby is such a sweet Dear.
And Baby is growing quite old now—
She's just getting on for a year.
Oh, dear, how will it end?
Peggy and Susie how naughty you are.
You little know where you are,
Going so far, and so high,
Nearly up to the sky.
Perhaps it's a Giant who lives there,
And perhaps it's a lovely Princess.
But you very well know
You've no business to go;
You'll get yourselves into a mess.
Oh, dear, I'm sure it is true;
Whatever on earth can it matter to you?
For you know it—oh, fie—
That it's naughty to pry
Into other's affairs—
Into other folks houses to go,
Where you know
You're not asked.
So you'd better come back
While there's time, it is plain.
Go home—and be never
So naughty again.
When we went out with Grandmamma—
Mamma said for a treat—
Oh, dear, how stiff we had to walk
As we went down the street.
One on each side we had to go,
And never laugh or loll;
I carried Prim, her Spaniard dog,
And Tom—her parasol.
If I looked right—if Tom looked left—
And little Prim, I'm sure, is shocked,
To hear such naughties named."
She said we had no manners,
If we ever talked or sung;
"You should have seen," said Grandmamma,
"Me walk, when I was young."
She told us—oh, so often—
How little girls and boys,
In the good days when she was young,
Never made any noise.
She said they never wished then
To play—oh, indeed!
They learnt to sew and needlework,
Or else to write and read.
he said her mother never let
Her speak a word at meals;
"But now," said Grandmamma, "you'd think
That children's tongues had wheels
"So fast they go—clack, clack, clack, clack;
Now listen well, I pray,
And let me see you both improve
From what I've said to-day."
When you and I
I mean that you and me,
Shall go sailing in a big ship
Right over all the sea.
We'll wait till we are older,
For if we went to-day,
You know that we might lose ourselves,
And never find the way.
It is a Party, do you know,
And there they sit, all in a row,
Waiting till the others come,
To begin to have some fun.
Hark! the bell rings sharp and clear,
Other little friends appear;
And no longer all alone
They begin to feel at home.
To them a little hard is Fate,
Yet better early than too late;
Fancy getting there forlorn,
With the tea and cake all gone.
Wonder what they'll have for tea;
Hope the jam is strawberry.
Wonder what the dance and game;
Feel so very glad they came.
Very Happy may you be,
May you much enjoy your tea.
Oh who'll give us Posies,
And Garlands of Roses,
To twine round our heads so gay?
For here we come bringing
You many good wishes to-day.
From market—from market—from market—
We all come up from market.
Out of Wonder World I think you come;
For in your eyes the wonder comes with you.
The stars are the windows of Heaven,
And sometimes I think you peep through.
Oh, little girl, tell us do the Flowers
Tell you secrets when they find you all alone?
Or the Birds and Butterflies whisper
Of things to us unknown?
Or do angel voices speak to you so softly,
When we only hear a little wind sigh;
And the peaceful dew of Heaven fall upon you
When we only see a white cloud passing by?
Garland of flowers on a ribbon
Girl and boy in the garden
Little Molly and Damon
Are walking so far,
For they're going to see
Their kind Grandmamma.
And they very well know,
When they get there she'll take
From out of her cupboard
Some very nice cake.
And into her garden
They know they may run,
And pick some red currants,
And have lots of fun.
So Damon to doggie
Says, "How do you do?"
And asks his mamma
If he may not go too.
Oh, sweet Miss Molly,
You're so fond
Of Fishes in a little Pond.
And perhaps they're glad
To see you stare
With such bright eyes
Upon them there.
And when your fingers and your thumbs
Drop slowly in the small white crumbs
I hope they're happy. Only this—
When you've looked long enough, sweet miss.
Then, most beneficent young giver,
Restore them to their native river.
If I could see a little fish—
That is what I just now wish!
I want to see his great round eyes
Always open in surprise.
I wish a water rat would glide
Slowly to the other side;
Or a dancing spider sit
On the yellow flags a bit.
I think I'll get some stones to throw,
And watch the pretty circles show.
Or shall we sail a flower-boat,
And watch it slowly—slowly float?
That's nice—because you never know
How far away it means to go;
And when to-morrow comes, you see,
It may be in the great wide sea.
So high—so high on the wall we run,
The nearer the sky—why, the nearer the sun,
If you give me one penny, I'll give you two,
For that's the way good neighbours do.
Dancing and prancing to town we go,
On the top of the wall of the town we go.
Shall we talk to the stars, or talk to the moon,
Or run along home to our dinner so soon?
Ring-a-ring of little boys.
Ring-a-ring of girls;
All around—all around,
Twists and twirls.
You are merry children;
"Yes, we are."
Where do you come from?
"Not very far.
"We live in the mountain,
We live in the tree;
And I live in the river-bed,
And you won't catch me!"
The King and the Queen were riding
Upon a Summer's day,
And a Blackbird flew above them,
To hear what they did say.
The King said he liked apples,
The Queen said she liked pears.
And what shall we do to the Blackbird
Who listens unawares.
An older girl walking with her little sister hand in hand
Girls sitting on a bench at school reading
One—two, is one to you:
One—two—three, is one to me.
Throw it fast or not at all,
And mind you do not let it fall.