ELFIN SONGS ^SUNLAND BV CHARLES KEELER UC-NRLF Charles Keeler, Berkeley poet, philosopher and civic leader, died at his home yesterday after a lengthy illness. Tribune photo. Death Takes Charles Keeler Friend of John Muir And Burroughs Pens Poem as End Hears i^3V BERKELEY, July 31 i-P*opped up n his sick-bed this morning, Charles Keeler, who often had been sug gested as poet laureate of California, vrote: "It seems a dream of some lost world in all its mystery." The line proved the last he ever was to write. A few hours later the kindly man of 65, who had been playwright, philosopher, naturalist and civic leader, as well as a poet, died at his home, 155 El Camino Real. He had been ill of heart disease for some time, and his condition was aggravated by a fall, several months ago, which fractured his hip. INHALATOR FAILS A fire department inhalator crew strove vainly to sustain his life. His last poem, found at the bed- I side, seemed to convey portentously a spirit already remote. Entitled "The Snowy Egret," it read: "So long ago, so far away, a boy in his canoe, Went paddling down a river to a reedy-bordered slough. It was twilight on the river and the frogs began to croak; The whippoorwill with eerie call the evening silence broke. "And there he saw, so long ago, two egrets, snowy white, Like spectres in the marshland at the coming of the night. On stilts upraised, with plumed crest, how beautiful and pale, How tall they were, with spearlike beaks, so silent and so frail! "Then, bright the moon broke thru the trees, as white those egrets stood, They looked like angels in the night against the solemn wood. And now today, so far away, that scene comes back to me, It seems a dream of some lost world in all its mystery." Best known as a poet of such caliber that he financed ci trip around the world in his yputh with poems Keeler found time for more prosaic duties. He was managing director of the Berkeley Chamber c Commerce for seven years end ing in 1927. STUDENT AT U. C. Keeler was born in Milwaukee, Wis.. and came to California as a youth. He left the University of California before graduating with his class, in 1893, to make the voy age around Cape Horn in that year. In the next few years Keeler traveled to Alaska with the Har rison expedition and also visited the South Seas, Australia and New Zealand. His poems dealt with the many countries he visited and were pub lished in many places. Among the books of poems for which he is most widely known are "Sequoia Sonnet" and "The Lure of Far Lands." Keeler s thre^ children shared his creative ability. His son, Leonarde, now director of the crime preven tion laboratory of Northwestern University, developed an improved ie detector. DAUGHTERS TALENTED One daughter, Elois-e, is an actress and the other, Mrs. Merodine Mc- Intyre, is an artist. The former now is in mid-Pacific on a round- the-world tour. The latter is the wife of Richard Mclntyre of Berkeley. The mother of the children, the former Louise Bunnell, member of a prominent Berkeley family, died years ago. Keeler s second wife, the former Ormeida Harrison, whom he married in 1921, survives him. Keeler was an early member and past president of the California Writ ers Club, an early member of the Sierra Club, a life honorary mem ber of the Bohemian Club and the Hillside Club and the League of Western Writers. He was a mem ber and former director of the museum of the California Academy of Sciences. C[lf in ELFIN OF SUNLAND BY CHARLES KEELER DECORATIONS BY LOUISE KEELER FOURTH EDITION LIVE OAK PUBLISHING f. COMPANY BerReley ^ 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) * A by LOUISE HEELER 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! 447757 VI NAMES OF THE SONGS PAGE /, A RING AROUND OF PLAYTIME COME AWAY CHILDREN . . . . i HAND-ORGAN MAN 3 POPPING CORN 5 THE BAKER MAN 7 TOPS 9 THE KITE n THE SEE-SAW 13 SOAP BUBBLES 14 THE BRASS BAND 15 THE MERRY -co-RouxD . . . .17 THE OVERLAND FLYER . . . . .19 SPORTS . . . . . . .21 THE SWIMMING POOL . . . .22 A SONG OF LEONARDE . . . .24 H, SONGS OF THE WILDWOOD A CHILD S BOOK . . . . . 27 A LESSON . . . . .28 A WINTER WALK . . . .29 vii viii NAMES OF THE SONGS PAGE 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 . . r . .63 NAMES OF THE SONGS ix PAGE WHO KNOWS ROSALIE . . . .64 To A WILD ROSE 65 THE QUEEN OF THE FAIRIES ... 66 ///, 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 NAMES OF THE SONGS PAGR BABY LIFE . . . . . -9* 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 in THE HONOLULU BOY . . . -.113 A SAMOA SLEEPY SONG . . . .114 A RING AROUND OF PLAYTIME COME AWAY CHILDREN OME 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 way, come away! (flfiti j^ l HAND-ORGAN MAN AND-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. (Jlfitt ^ouffX of jSunUnd POPPING CORN OME, 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* 11 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 I THE BAKER MAN 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 ; m As he rounds them and rolls them and looks so wise. 8 fjSunland, TOPS OW 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. 9 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. 10 THE KITE LOW, 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. II Fd sail up from town, kite, To see the moon s back, And then slide down, kite, The Milky- Way s track. 12 THE SEE-SAW 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. fjSunland SOAP BUBBLES )LUBBLETY, flopplety, bubble and spatter, Soap-suds and water and clay- pipes and chatter! Puff little cheeklets and blow, blow, blow I 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? H THE BRASS BAND T 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! 16 tftfiti ^ontrX of jSunland THE MERRY-GO-ROUND TAND still, Mr. Horse, while I jump on your back To ride in the ring of the whirli gig 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 meny-go-round, the merry-go- round Tis the best kind of travel I ever have found ! 18 THE OVERLAND FLYER O-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. 19 tfttiti g Now the iron throat is gasping astrain As the beast up the mountains is dragging his train. 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 ? 1 never was certain that dragons were true Till I got on your tail and rode with you ! 20 SPORTS NAP-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! 21 tflfiti j^ THE SWIMMING POOL E 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 11 frighten my fish with your noise," While the frog on the lily-pad croaks in surprise : 4 What awkward great creatures are boys ! The poor little catfish way down in the mud Can t imagine what s coming its way 22 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 1 A SONG OF LEONARDE UNSHINE 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. 24 SONGS OF THE WILDWOOD A CHILD S BOOK HERE 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. 27 A LESSON ELL 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/ 28 ((tfiti J^onqX of jSunland A WINTER WALK N 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 EE 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 APRIL fields are fair to see Turn tiddle turn, tiddle turn turn 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: 44 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 Turn tiddle turn; 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! 33 WILD WOOD BOGIES 1ST 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, 34 And the wolf in the pine-woods calls back with a howl. The panther slinks on in the trail of the deer, The w r ood-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! 35 THE COYOTE ROUGHING 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. fjSunlatui 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. 37 THE HUMMINGBIRD UZ-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, 38 (flftti ^onofX of jSunland 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. 39 fjSunland, THE ROAD-RUNNER 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 raptur ous squeak, And rapped the poor reptile a clip with his beak. Then why is he nothing but feathers and skin? 40 fjSutiland, 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. THE BURROWING OWL Y 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, 42 tftfiti ^oncrX of jSunUnd 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 owll 43 THE CRESTED JAY HE 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 44 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 ! 45 TROUBLE IN THE TREES HE 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, g c 46 What whetting of bills ! fjSunland 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! 47 THE SQUIRREL T 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 rollic With fun and frolic Like wind with the leaves at play. O nervous nixie With ways so trixie, 48 fjSunland Fidgety sprite so frail! Sit up and munch At your pine-nut lunch In the shade of your bushy tail ! 49 fjSunland, THE POLLIWOG THAT LOST ITS TAIL 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; tftftti goner* of gutiland. "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, rny dear!" of jSunUnd THE HORNED TOAD ORNYKINS, 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! fjSunland A FAIRY IN A FLOWER 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 ? 53 His coat is bright yellow, black banded with fuzz; This bumble-bee gay with his musical buzz ! 54 BUTTERCUP UTTERCUP, 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? 55 fjSunland, THE COLUMBINE IVE doves the fairies took away To the deep dark wood one sum mer 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 ! of junlat THE LEOPARD LILY N 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 O fie on you, lily, So vain and silly To look at yourself in the river ! are a-quiver; 57 JOHNNY JUMP-UP S 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 ! 58 SONG OF THE BROWN LILY [AIRY 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 1 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 ! 59 SHOOTING STAR FLOWERS TARS 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 canon 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! 60 THE SCARLET LARKSPUR ERRY 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. 61 THE TRILLIUM 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 canon 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. 62 fjfunland BABY BLUE-EYES ONNY 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? HO 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. 64 TO A WILD ROSE EAR 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. fjunland[ THE QUEEN OF THE FAIRIES 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 mid night 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 66 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 OW 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 ! 72 jjlfitt J^ THE BEAR HUNTER F 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. 73 TRYING TO PLAY A gentleman dressed in a high top hat Rode on a hobby-horse just like that. 44 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." 74 ofjSuuland MAGGIE MULDOON DOWN at Milpitas there was an old hag Who drove to town with a bob tail 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 Mul- doon, If you ll dance me a breakdown I ll sing you a tunel" THE BOOBITY BUMPKIN BOOBITY bumpity bumpkin Was sent to town with a pump kin, But he stumbled and tripped As he hippity skipped, And smackety smash went the pumpkin ! FARMER JONES S GOAT LD Farmer Jones had a frisky old goat That wore a long beard and a haiiy 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 Satur day paper; But the diet was more than the goat could endure, So it fed upon sawdust and rags for a cure. 77 fjSunland, POOR MR. MIDAS Mr. Midas did nothing POOR 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. fjfunland THREE WISE MEN HREE 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. 79 ofjSunlatul A GOBBLER IN TROUBLE 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, 80 tftfitt J^onorX of jSunUnd At his gobble, hie! gobble, hie! gobble- gobble-gobble ! 81 fjSunland, THE TALE OF A POOR LITTLE WORM UST listen to that, Rat-atat-tat ! u Tis a woodpecker," whispered a worm. As he crouched in a cranny He called to his granny, 4 Hark hark, hark hark, Rap-a-tap on the bark, That noise makes me shiver and squirm I" 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 82 With Jonah inside, Then he shivered and cried: " Tis a fatal mistake to be swallowed." RHYMES FOR TODDLERS fjSunUnd TO PUSSY WHITE ITTLE white furrykins, Sly pussie purrykins, Snoozing all day by the grate Pinky-nosed kittie cat, Who would n 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 HERE 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! 88 fjSunland 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? tflfttt ^ DOLLIE S LULLABY OLLIE 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; 90 Keep the little dollie dear Safe from every harm. BABY LIFE HAT 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 ! 92 (flfiti j^oncfX of jSunland LITTLE BROTHER ITTLE 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? 93 fjSunland PLAYING HORSE ORSE 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 ! i 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!" 94 ({Iftti J^foturX of jSunland MY DONKEY Y 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! 95 fjSunUtui BABY IN THE BARNYARD .BY 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, fjSunland 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. 97 {{tftti ^onqX of jSunland BABY S GOOD-NIGHT ITTLE 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 ; 98 Good-night to the horn of the moon in the west, And toddle away to your warm little nest. 99 DOGS 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? 100 MY ANIMALS AVE 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; 101 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. 102 BROWN BABY BALLADS fjSunland, SIX LITTLE ESKIMO IX 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? 105 ofjSunland 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 would nt like to be one of that crew, Would you? 1 06 m PICCANINNY LULLABY AH low mah littl honey, Bah low, littr piccaninny boy, Shoo, shoo, littF coon, mah sonny, Stop yoh winkin at yoh mammy, littl 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 ; 107 fjSunUtut Carry yoh cleah up into de moon, An den what would yoh poh old mammy say? 1 08 fjSuntoui THE MEXICAN BABIES HE Mexican babies are chubby and 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. 169 fflfiti jSoncrX of jSuuland Their little black dogs are a sight to be hold, All hairless and wrinkled as mummies; With blankets about them to keep out the cold, And the babies about them for chum- mies. 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. no fjSunland THE LITTLE PIUTE |P in Winnemucca in Piute land, Where the hot sun falls on the sage-brush sand, A little pappoose 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. ii i ofjSunland ^ Soon you \vi\\ follow ; alas too soon, As your clan moves on toward the setting moon! 112 of JfunUnd THE HONOLULU BOY OCOANUT 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 IE 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. 114 fjSunland, 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! U UO I J / V-y .,* 775 i UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY