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 Away they all flew 
 To his home in the North. 
 
 Frontispiece 
 
 Page 3
 
 AND WHAT HAPPENED 
 NEXT 
 
 by 
 
 Anna Marion Smith 
 
 Illustrated by 
 
 Reginald Birch 
 
 NewYork 
 
 E. P. DUTTON &L COMPANY 
 31 Vfesi Twenty Third Direct
 
 COPYRIGHT BY 
 
 E. P. DUTTON & CO. 
 
 1909 
 
 Ifcnfcfeerbocfeer press, Wew
 
 -pZ.8.3 
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 A cat came fiddling out of a barn . - 138 
 
 A dillcr, a dollar 13 
 
 A little boy went into a barn . . - IK) 
 
 Apple pie 81 
 
 Baa, baa, black sheep . .... 7 
 
 Blow, wind, blow, and go, mill, go 1O6 
 
 Bow, wow, wow ........ 1O9 
 
 Bumie bee 126 
 
 Bye baby bunting 68 
 
 Clap hands, clap hands 7O 
 
 Cock a doodle doo ! 3d 
 
 Cock Robin got up early Ill 
 
 Daf f y-down-dilly . . 125 
 
 Dear Sensibility . 136 
 
 Dr. Faustus was a good man .... 1O4 
 
 Duke of York . . 84 
 
 Four-and-twenty tailors 113 
 
 Georgie Porgie . 137 
 
 Good King Arthur .... . . .77 
 
 Great A, little a . . ' . . . . . .73 
 
 Hark, hark, the dog's do bark . , . . .57 
 
 iii 
 
 669305
 
 iv CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Hey diddle diddle ... '... 69 
 
 Hey diddle dinketty . . ' 96 
 
 *ickory, dickory, dock .5 
 
 How many miles to Babylon? 78 
 
 Humpty Dumpty 19 
 
 If I'd as much money 17 
 
 I had a little doll 1O5 
 
 I had a little hobby horse 51 
 
 I had a little husband 6O 
 
 I'll tell you a story 82 
 
 I love little pussy 76 
 
 //Jack and Jill 47 
 
 Jack be nimble, Jack be quick . . . .34 
 
 Jack Sprat 14 
 
 Lady-bird, lady-bird 64 
 
 Little Bopeep 25 
 
 Little Boy Blue 38 
 
 Little Jack Homer 9O 
 
 Little King Bo&en 13O 
 
 Little lad, little lad 58 
 
 ; Little Miss Muffet 44 
 
 Little Queen Pippin 127 
 
 Little Tom Tucker 98 
 
 Man in the wilderness 1O2 
 
 -Mary had a little lamb . . . . . .86 
 
 Miss Mackay ... . 116
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Mistress Mary 16 
 
 Mollies my sister 48 
 
 My black hen 36 
 
 Nothing-at-all 119 
 
 Old King Cole 11 
 
 Old Man of Tobago . . . . . .118 
 
 Old Mistress McSbuttle 1O7 
 
 Old woman tossed up in a basket . . . 23 
 Old woman who lived in a shoe .... 1 
 
 Once I saw a little bird 117 
 
 One misty, moisty morning 36 
 
 Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake 89 
 
 Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater 32 
 
 Poor old Robinson Crusoe 28 
 
 Pussy cat, pussy cat 97 
 
 Pussy sits beside the fire 65 
 
 Rock-a-bye baby 6 
 
 See saw, sacradown 67 
 
 sJSimple Simon 92 
 
 Sing a song o' sixpence 42 
 
 Taffy was a Welshman 135 
 
 The cock doth crow 121 
 
 The crooked man ; 75 
 
 The fat man of Bombay . . . . . .46 
 
 The Lion and the Unicorn ..-.. ' 72 
 The Man in the Moon . . . . 95
 
 v 
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The north wind doth blow ..... 74 
 
 The Queen of Hearts ...... 54 
 
 There was a little girl ...... 124 
 
 There was a little man ...... 4O 
 
 There was a maid ....... 1O1 
 
 There was a man, and he had naught - * 49 
 There was a man in our town .... 62 
 
 There was an old woman ..... 33 
 
 The rose is red ........ 94 
 
 Three children sliding on the ice . - .30 
 Three little mice ........ 9 
 
 Three wise men of Gotham ..... 27 
 
 Three young rats ....... 115 
 
 To Ban bury Cross ....... 61 
 
 To market, to market ...... 83 
 
 Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks . . - 134 
 Tom, Tom, was a piper's son .... 1O8 
 
 Was ever heard such noise and clamor?. . 123 
 Wie Willie Winkie ....... 91 
 
 What are little girls made of, made of ? . .85 
 What's the news? ....... 132 
 
 Your cradle is green ...... 8O
 
 OLD WOMAN IN A SHOE 
 
 There was an old woman 
 
 Who lived in a shoe, 
 She had so many children 
 She didn't know what 
 to do
 
 OLD WOMAN IN A SHOE 
 
 She gave them some broth 
 
 Without any bread 
 And whipped them all soundly 
 
 And sent them to bed. 
 
 Now it happened that Santa Glaus, 
 
 Passing that way, 
 Peeped into the shoe top 
 
 And saw how they lay, 
 With their round, rosy faces 
 
 All shining with tears, 
 And resolved to do something 
 
 To comfort the dears. 
 
 So while they were sleeping 
 
 In woful array, 
 He bundled those children 
 
 Right into his sleigh ;
 
 OLD WOMAN IN A SHOE 
 
 And cracking his whip 
 
 As his reindeers sped forth 
 
 Away they all flew 
 
 To his home in the North. 
 
 What wonders he showed them ! 
 
 Such beautiful toys, 
 Such dolls for the girls, 
 
 And such drums for the boys ! 
 Such farms and such stables, 
 
 Such monkeys and bears, 
 Such dishes and tables 
 
 And tiny doll's chairs ! 
 
 And when they had seen 
 All the wonderful things 
 
 Which each winter at Christmas 
 Dear Santa Glaus brings,
 
 OLD WOMAN IN A SHOE 
 
 He gave them, to make 
 Their enchantment 
 complete, 
 
 Just all of the candy 
 
 And cake they could eat. 
 
 When they told of their travels, 
 
 Their mother, it seems, 
 Only laughed, and declared 
 
 They were nothing but dreams. 
 I 'm sure, though, things must 
 
 Have occurred as they say, 
 Else why were they all of them 
 
 Sick the next day ?
 
 HICKORY, DIGKORY, DOCK 
 
 HicKory, dicKory , docK , 
 
 The mouse ran up ihe clocK, 
 
 The clocK strucK one, 
 
 .And down he run, 
 
 Hickory, dichory.docK. 
 
 Hickory, 
 
 dickory, 
 
 dock, 
 Again he tried the 
 
 clock, 
 This time, don't 
 
 frown, 
 
 The clock ran down ! 
 Hickory, dickory, 
 
 dock.
 
 ROGK-A-BYE BABY 
 
 baby, in the tree top ! 
 When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. 
 When the bough bends, the cradle will fall, 
 And down will come baby, bough, cradle, 
 and all. 
 
 Rock-a-bye baby, gently and slow ! 
 
 Only the softest of breezes will blow, 
 Tiny wind-children that pause in their flight 
 
 To sway the green branches, and whisper 
 Good-night." 
 
 Rock-a-bye baby, safe in your nest ! 
 
 The north wind, the south wind, the east, 
 
 and the west 
 
 Silently wait while the night shadows stay, 
 Then whisper "Good-morning," and 
 hasten away.
 
 BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP 
 
 A -*.. G 
 
 ''Baa, baa, black sheep, have you 
 
 any wool ? " 
 " Yes, marry, have I, three bags 
 
 full : 
 One for my master, and one for 
 
 my dame, 
 
 And one for the little boy that 
 lives in our lane." 
 
 ** Cluck, cluck, black hen, what have you for 
 
 me?" 
 
 ** A fine big egg, as any one can see. 
 Boil it, or fry it, or poach it in a ring, 
 
 And it will make a breakfast that is fit to 
 serve a kind."
 
 BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP 
 
 "Honk, honk, gray goose, what can you 
 
 supply?" 
 "As fine, downy feathers as money e'er can 
 
 buy. 
 
 Put them in a pillow, and you will find it true 
 You'll sleep at night so soundly, a king 
 might envy you." 
 
 Then they wondered what the boy could 
 
 bring ; 
 But, when they asked him, he did n't have a 
 
 thing. 
 So they 've decided, the sheep, and hen, and 
 
 goose, 
 
 That little boys, upon the whole, are very 
 little use.
 
 THREE LITTLE MICE 
 
 Three little mice sat down to spin, 
 
 Pussy passed by and she peeped in. 
 
 " What are you doing, my fine little men ? 
 
 Making coats for gentlemen ? 
 
 Shall I come in and cut off your thread?" 
 
 "No, no, Miss Pussy, you 'II bite off our head." 
 
 Three little mice indulged in 
 dreams 
 
 Of punishing Pussy for all her 
 schemes. 
 
 With heads together they whis- 
 pered low, 
 
 Plotting their enemy's over- 
 throw ; 
 
 Then started valiantly, hand in 
 hand, 
 
 To do the deed so carefully 
 planned.
 
 THREE LITTLE MICE 
 
 They waited till Pussy was 
 fast asleep, 
 
 Then round and round her did 
 softly creep, 
 
 Tossing their shuttles to and 
 fro, 
 
 Binding her fast from top to 
 toe; 
 
 Over her body and under her 
 hair, 
 
 Winding her, binding her, 
 every where. 
 
 With pulses a-quiver and hearts a-quake 
 They waited together for Puss to wake; 
 And while the shivers ran through their fur 
 Beheld the proof that she couldn't stir. 
 " Now, now, Miss Pussy," they gleefully said, 
 
 "You may, if you're able, cut off our 
 thread." 
 
 10
 
 OLD KING COLE 
 
 ING OMiE 
 
 " Old King Cote was a merry 
 
 old soul 
 And a merry old soul was 
 
 he: 
 
 He called for his pipe, and 
 he called for his bowl, 
 
 And he called for his fid* 
 dlers three. 
 
 Every fiddler had a fine 
 fiddle, 
 
 And a very fine fiddle had 
 he: 
 
 (Twee*tweedle dee, twee* 
 die dee, went the 
 fiddlers three) 
 
 Oh, there's none so rare as can compare 
 With King Cole and his fiddlers three!" 
 
 i 
 OOD Queen Kate was his royal mate, 
 
 And a right royal mate was she: 
 She would frequently state that carous- 
 ing till late 
 
 Was something that never should be. 
 But every fiddler had such a fine fiddle, 
 
 Oh, such a fine fiddle had he, 
 i Twee-tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the 
 fiddlers three) 
 
 That old Kind Cole in his inmost soul 
 Was as restive as he could be. 
 
 11
 
 OLD KING COLE 
 
 WHEN thus spoke she to his majesty 
 He planted his crown on tight. 
 
 "We \vill wait," whispered he to the fiddlers three, 
 "Till the Queen has retired for the night." 
 
 Every fiddler then tuned ^ 
 
 up his fiddle, 
 
 And tuned it as true as could 
 be; 
 
 (Twee-tweedle dee, tweedle 
 dee, went the fiddlers 
 three) ^ 
 
 While old Kind Cole dot his pipe and his bowl, 
 And replenished them secretly. 
 
 12
 
 OLD KING COLE 
 
 O gay they drew as the night 
 hours flew, 
 
 He forgot how the time sped 
 away; 
 
 Till swift overhead he heard the Queen's 
 tread 
 
 As she sprang out of bed, when he hurriedly 
 said 
 
 They might finish the tune the next day. 
 Every fiddler he had a fine fiddle, 
 And a very fine fiddle had he: 
 
 (Twee-tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the 
 fiddlers three) 
 
 Oh, 'twas not fair such a concert rare 
 Should be ended so suddenly! 
 
 13
 
 JACK SPRAT 
 Jack Sprat could eat no fat, 
 
 His wife could eat no lean; 
 So 'twixt them both they cleared the cloth f 
 licked the platter clean. 
 
 What meat remained, they then explained, 
 
 They always gave the cat, 
 I know I do some others who 
 
 Are generous like that.
 
 A DILLER, A DOLLAR 
 
 diller, a dollar, 
 ten o'clock scholar, 
 
 What makes you come so 
 soon? 
 
 You used to come at ten 
 o'clock, 
 
 But now you come at noon. 
 
 A diller, a dollar, 
 
 A ten o'clock scholar, 
 
 If thus you make things 
 hum, 
 
 You'll fet to school some 
 yesterday, 
 
 And leave before you 
 come. 
 
 15
 
 MISTRESS MARY 
 
 Mistress Mary, quite contrary, 
 How does your garden grow, 
 
 With silver bells, and cockle shells, 
 Jlnd pretty maids all in a row ? 
 
 My garden bears, sir, many cares, sir; 
 
 I work in it long and late; 
 For pretty maids in flowery shades 
 
 Are troublesome things to keep straight, 
 
 Night descending brings no ending, 
 No moment of rest from care; 
 
 For bats come out, and fly about, 
 And June bugs are everywhere. 
 
 When to these, sir, owls in trees, sir, 
 Have added their grewsome lay, 
 
 Each pretty maid is sore afraid, 
 And hastily scampers away. 
 
 Shells that crinkle, and bells that tinkle, 
 And maidens all white and red, 
 
 Bring little luck as garden truck; 
 I'd rather raise wall-flowers instead. 
 
 16
 
 IF I'D AS MUCH MONEY 
 
 // / 'd as much money as I could spend, 
 I never would cry old chairs to mend; 
 Old chairs to mend t old chairs to mend, 
 I never would cry old chairs to mend. 
 
 If I'd as much money as I could tell, 
 I never would cry old clothes to sell; 
 Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell; 
 I never would cry old clothes to sell. 
 
 I'd settle myself in a cushioned chair, 
 And scatter my money as free as air, 
 As free as air, as free as air, 
 I'd scatter my money as free as air. 
 
 17
 
 IF I'D AS MUCH MONEY 
 And when it was spent, and I had no more, 
 I 'd do what so many have done before, 
 Have done before, have done before, 
 I'd do what so many have done before: 
 
 I 'd rail for a while at my luck and then 
 I 'd cry old chairs and old clothes again, 
 Old clothes again, old clothes again, 
 I'd cry old chairs and old clothes again. 
 
 18
 
 HUMPTY DUMPTY 
 
 Humpty J)umpty sat on a wall . ^Wi ' '- 
 Humpty Pumpty had a reat fall 
 
 King s horses and all tKe^ 
 
 Couldn't put Humpty J)umpty
 
 HUMPTY DUMPTY 
 
 There he lay, stretched out on 
 the ground, 
 
 While all the company gath- 
 ered around, 
 
 When, valiantly stifling his tears 
 and his groans, 
 
 He sadly addressed them in 
 quavering* tones.
 
 HUMPTY DUMPTY 
 
 " Friends," said Humpty , wiping his eyes, 
 ** This sudden descent was an awful surprise, 
 
 It inclines me to think you may laugh at 
 my views 
 
 That a seat that is humble is safest to 
 
 choose. 
 
 t 
 
 "All are not fitted to sit on a wall; 
 Some have no balance, and some are too 
 
 small. 
 
 Many have tried it, and found, as I guess, 
 They ' ve ended, like me, in a terrible mess. 
 
 " Hark, you horses, and all you King's men ! 
 Hear it, and never forget it again! 
 'T is those who are patient in seats that 
 
 are low, 
 Who some day get up in high places, and 
 
 crow ! " 
 
 21
 
 HUMPTY DUMPTY 
 
 Then they took him, and put him to bed. 
 I hope you'll remember the things that 
 
 he said; 
 
 For all the King's horses, and all the 
 King's men, 
 
 Never once thought 
 of his sermon 
 again.
 
 OLD WOMAN IN A BASKET 
 
 There was an old 
 woman tossed 
 up in a basket, 
 Seventy times as 
 high as the moon ; 
 where she was 
 going, I couldn't 
 but ask it, 
 For in her hand she 
 carried a broom. 
 
 "Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I, 
 "Whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?" 
 "To sweep the cobwebs from the sky, 
 But I'll be back again by and by." 
 
 I saw this old woman come down in her 
 
 basket 
 
 From journeying over beyond the moon; 
 And what she had done there, I could not 
 
 but ask it, 
 
 For still in her hand she carried her broom. 
 "Old woman, old woman, old woman," 
 
 quoth I, 
 "Have you brushed all the cobwebs away 
 
 from the sky?" 
 
 23
 
 OLD WOMAN IN A BASKET 
 
 And while she went airily drifting away, 
 These were the words I heard her say: 
 
 "Look upward to-night when the star-lamps 
 
 shine brightly, 
 
 No dust will you see in the tiniest ray; 
 And all of the cobwebs, you'll find, are 
 
 swept lightly 
 
 In orderly rows in the dim Milky Way. 
 " If only the wind would be quiet," said she, 
 " How easy in future my sweeping would be ! 
 But later he 's sure to come blustering by, 
 And blow them again all over the sky."
 
 LITTLE BOPEEP 
 
 Little Bopeep has lost her sheep, 
 And does n't know where to find them. 
 
 Leave them alone, and they 'II come home, 
 Bringing their tails behind them. 
 
 'T would n't be fair to tell her where 
 They are, for her heart 't would harden. 
 
 They Ve frolicked, I know, an hour or so 
 In little Bopeep's own garden. 
 
 No danger assails those woolly tails, 
 Oh no, so she need n't worry ; 
 
 But if she would save her lilies brave, 
 I think she would better hurry. 
 
 25
 
 LITTLE BOPEEP 
 The lavender beds are tramped to shreds; 
 
 They even have buried their noses, 
 For savory whiffs and long-drawn sniffs. 
 
 In little Bopeep's own roses. 
 
 And oh, there are some, but here they come, 
 So innocent, who 'd remind them ? 
 
 And one can descry with half an eye 
 The tails they are bringing behind them, 
 
 Little Bopeep, not only sheep 
 
 Will do the things I am telling. 
 No truant fails to bring home tails, 
 
 Though of a different spelling. 
 
 26
 
 THREE WISE MEN 
 
 Three wise men of Gotham 
 Went to sea in a bowl. 
 
 If the bowl had been stronger, 
 My song had been longer. 
 
 They sailed away so blithely 
 Over the bounding sea; 
 
 The thoughts of it harrow 
 Me e'en to my marrow! 
 
 The water was deep and fishy, 
 Morever 't was very cold ; 
 
 If the details distress you, 
 
 You shan't hear them, bless you ! 
 
 27
 
 POOR OLD ROBINSON CRUSOE 
 
 Poor old Robinson Crusoe, poor old 
 Robinson Crusoe! 
 
 They made him a coat 
 
 Of an old nanny goat, 
 
 I wonder how they could do so! 
 
 With a ring-a^ting-tang, and a ring' 
 acting-tang, 
 
 Poor old Robinson Crusoe! 
 
 Poor old Robinson Crusoe, poor 
 old Robinson Crusoe ! 
 
 When the cannibal crew 
 
 Desired interview 
 With refreshments of stew, 
 Said Friday would do. 
 I wonder how he could do so! 
 
 With a ring-a-ting-tang, and a ring-a-ting- 
 tang, 
 
 Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
 
 POOR OLD ROBINSON CRUSOE 
 
 Poor old Robinson Crusoe, poor old Robin- 
 son Crusoe! 
 
 When the cannibals met, 
 
 He sent a regret, 
 
 And explained never yet 
 
 Had he shocked etiquette 
 
 By dining abroad with the swell upper set 
 
 In a shabby old, furry old skin mantelet. 
 
 How clever of him that he knew so ! 
 
 With a ring-a-ting-tang, and a ring-a-ting- 
 
 Wise old Robinson Crusoe!
 
 Three children sliding on the ice 
 
 Upon a summer's day, 
 It so fell out they all fell in, 
 
 The rest, they ran away. 
 Wow had those children been at home, 
 
 Or sliding on dry ground, 
 Ten thousands pounds to one penny, 
 
 They had not all been drowned.
 
 THREE CHILDREN SLIDING ON THE ICE 
 So, children dear, pay heed to me, 
 
 And hearken what I say: 
 'T is always best to stay indoors 
 When you so out to play. 
 
 And when you slide, keep off the ice ; 
 
 When sailing, stay on shore : 
 'T is those who take their pleasures thus 
 
 Who live to play some more. 
 
 31
 
 PETER, PETER, PUMPKIN EATER 
 
 Peter, Peter, pump* 
 kin eater, 
 
 Had a wife and 
 couldn't keep 
 her; 
 
 He put her in a 
 pumpkin shell 
 
 And there he 
 kept her very 
 well. 
 
 Then did Peter, deep and wily, 
 Sit him down and chuckle slily, 
 
 Thinking with a cheerful smile 
 How Mrs. Peter felt the while. 
 
 "Well," said he, "I state with pleasure, 
 A wife that stays at home's a treasure. 
 
 If other men were bright, like me, 
 
 How many more of them there 'd be ! " 
 
 32
 
 THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN 
 
 There was an old woman, and 
 what do you think, 
 
 She lived upon nothing but 
 victuals and drink. 
 
 Victuals and drink were the 
 chief of her diet, 
 
 yet this old woman could 
 never be quiet. 
 
 Now after she'd hustled and bustled for 
 years, 
 
 She fell in with people with modern ideas; 
 
 She then lived on health foods and other 
 such stuff, 
 
 And in less than a month she was quiet 
 enough.
 
 JACK BE NIMBLE 
 
 Jack be nimble, Jack 
 quick, 
 
 1 Jack jump over the can* 
 dlestlck! 
 
 Jack be nimble, Jack 
 
 be spry! 
 You can do it if you 
 
 try. 
 
 Jack be nimble, 
 no w ! 
 
 you 
 
 Good dod ! 
 BOW 
 WOW! ^
 
 COCK A DOODLE DOO ! 
 
 Cock a doodle doo I 
 My master's lost his shoe! 
 My dame has lost her fiddle stick, 
 knows not what to do! 
 
 Cock a doodle doo! 
 
 Just so and hunt them, you, 
 
 And bring us back the things we lack, 
 
 If you can find the clue. 
 
 Cock a doodle doo! 
 When things go wrong with you, 
 Unless you wail, who knows your ail, 
 Or thinks of helping you? 
 
 Cock a doodle doo! 
 
 The things I say are true. 
 
 'Tis well to shout your troubles out, 
 
 And cry a loud BOO HOO!
 
 MY BLACK HEN 
 
 Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen, 
 
 She lays eggs for gentlemen, 
 Sometimes nine, and sometimes ten, 
 
 Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen. 
 
 Honketty, wonketty, my dray goose 
 Lays egg's too large to be of use, 
 
 The size an ostrich might produce, 
 Honketty, wonketty, my dray goose. 
 
 Quacketty, wacketty, my white duck, 
 
 The eggs she lays should bring me luck 
 
 For they would fill a two-horse truck, 
 Quacketty, wacketty, my white duck. 
 
 Some day you '11 see me, if you go, 
 
 Exhibit at the poultry show 
 All these great marvels in a row, 
 
 Oh yes, you '11 see it, if you go.
 
 MY BLACK HEN 
 And then you '11 see how I excel, 
 
 And how the prizes come pell-mell 
 For these fine fowls, and one as well 
 
 For the great bid stories I can tell. 
 
 37
 
 - - /R, -x 
 
 Little boy Blue , come blow your horn., 
 t>he sheep's inihe meadow, the cows in. "(he 
 Is this ihe way you mind your sheep , 
 Under the Hay stacK, fast asleep ? 
 
 Little boy Blue, awake, awake, 
 
 And see how merry your charges make! 
 
 Through field and garden their course they 
 steer, 
 
 And the mischief they're doing,- oh dear, 
 oh dear! 
 
 I see them now, as they wander far, 
 With never a thought of a fence or bar. 
 I hear them laugh,! 'm sure I do, 
 
 As they think of the trouble they Ve made 
 for you.
 
 LITTLE BOY BLUE 
 
 Ah, little boy Blue, this wisdom keep, 
 
 That much may happen when one is 
 asleep ; 
 
 And he who 'd harvest his field of corn 
 
 Must keep his eyes open, and blow his 
 horn.
 
 THERE WAS A LITTLE MAN 
 
 There was a little man, and he had a little 
 gun, 
 
 And his bullets they were made of lead, lead, 
 lead. 
 
 He went unto the brook, and shot a little 
 duck, 
 
 And he hit her right through the head, head, 
 head. 
 
 Then he went home unto his wife Joan, 
 And bade her a good fire make, make, make, 
 
 For to roast the little duck he had shot at the 
 brook, 
 
 While he went to fetch home the drake, drake, 
 drake. 
 
 He took a little road that climbed a little 
 hill, 
 
 And walked until his little legs did ache, 
 ache, ache ; 
 
 And though he kept as still as the listening 
 whippoorwill, 
 
 He never saw a si^n of any drake, drake, 
 drake. 
 
 40
 
 THERE WAS A LITTLE MAN 
 
 A little passing shower then wet him through 
 and through, 
 
 And home he went to tell his Joan his luck, 
 luck, luck ; 
 
 . And I am not astonished, no indeed I 'm not, 
 are you? 
 
 That he wished he 'd been contented with the 
 duck, duck, duck. 
 
 41
 
 Sing a song o' sixpence, 
 
 Pocket full of rye; 
 Four*and'twenty blackbirds 
 
 Baked in a pie. 
 When the pie was opened 
 
 The birds began to sing, 
 Was not this a dainty dish 
 
 To set before the King? 
 
 The King was in his counting' house 
 
 Counting out his money ; 
 The Queen was in the parlor 
 
 Eating bread and honey ; 
 The maid was in the garden 
 
 Hanging out the clothes, 
 When along came a blackbird 
 
 And nipped off her nose. 
 
 42
 
 SING A SONG O' SIXPENCE 
 
 Sinfi a song o* sixpence, 
 
 Pocket full of rye ; 
 I know another blackbird 
 
 Baked in a pie. 
 The maid it was who baked it 
 
 With all her might and main, 
 Resolved there 'd be one blackbird 
 
 That should n't nip again.
 
 LITTLE MISS MUFFET 
 
 Little Miss Muffet 
 Sat on a tuffet, 
 Eating of curds and whey. 
 There came a big spider, 
 And sat down beside her. 
 
 Which frightened Miss Muffet 
 away. 
 
 So great was her flurry, 
 She left in a hurry, 
 
 And down dropped the bowl with 
 a crash; 
 
 While over the tuffet 
 Poor little Miss Muffet 
 Beheld her flood supper fo splash. 
 
 The next time Miss Muffet 
 Took tea on the tuffet, 
 A bumble bee, buzzing that way, 
 Grew suddenly bolder, 
 And perched on her shoulder, 
 
 Whereat she was filled with dis- 
 may. 
 
 44
 
 LITTLE MISS MUFFET 
 
 And, being faint-hearted, 
 
 She promptly departed, 
 Bespattering over her feet 
 
 The supper delicious, 
 
 Which she, unsuspicious, 
 Had fully expected to eat. 
 
 "Alack," said Miss Muffet, 
 
 "111 fortune doth buff et 
 The timid. Hereafter I '11 be 
 
 A maiden heroic, 
 
 And sit like a stoic, 
 At least till I've finished my tea. 1 
 
 45
 
 There was a fat man of Bombay, 
 Who sat smoking one sunshiny day, 
 
 When a bird called a snipe 
 
 Flew away with his pipe, 
 Which vexed the fat man of Bombay. 
 
 This very adventurous snipe 
 He hurried away with the pipe, 
 And attempted to smoke, 
 But it caused him to choke, 
 And just about finished the snipe. 
 
 V- 
 40
 
 JACK AND JILL 
 
 Jack and Jill went up 
 the hill 
 
 To fetch a pail of wa* 
 ter. 
 
 Jack fell down and 
 broke his crown, 
 
 Jtnd Jill came turn* 
 bling after. 
 
 Down the road the water flowed, 
 A sight to make one shiver, 
 
 For in it flat they limply sat 
 Like islands in a river. 
 
 And sitting so, they saw below 
 Which wasn't real consoling 
 
 The pail they 'd brought, and filled 
 for naught, 
 
 Far down the hill a-rolling. 
 
 Then slowly they in dire dismay 
 Went homeward, much dejected. 
 
 Oh dear! things will turn out so ill 
 When it is least expected! 
 
 47
 
 MOLLIE, MY SISTER 
 
 Mollie, my sister, and I fell out, 
 
 And what do you think it was all about? 
 
 She loved coffee aad I loved tea, 
 
 And that was the reason we couldn't agree. 
 
 "Coffee for breakfast to-day," said she. 
 "No," replied I, "we will make some tea." 
 Aud though for peace we were nothing loth, 
 We never bethought us we mig*ht have both. 
 
 "Tea for our dinner to-day," said I. 
 
 " Coffee," said Mollie, beginning to cry. 
 
 We might have drank water, and ended the 
 spat, 
 
 But really, we 'd never a notion of that. 
 
 48
 
 ^Lg_B-- -*"- 
 
 There was a man and he had naught, 
 
 J}nd robbers came to rob him, 
 He crept up the chimney top, 
 
 Jlnd then they thought they had him. 
 Rut he got down the other side, 
 
 Jlnd then they could not find him : 
 He ran fourteen miles In fifteen days, 
 
 Jtnd never looked behind him. 
 
 When at last 'he stopped to rest, 
 
 The people gathered round him, 
 And asked him how it happened they 
 
 In such a state had found him. . 
 They set him up against a tree, 
 
 And sprinkled him and fanned him; 
 Then gently led him on to tell 
 
 Of what had so unmanned him. 
 
 My friends," he said, " no wealth had I, 
 But robbers came to steal it; 
 
 The courage I displayed that day, 
 I never will reveal it. 
 
 49
 
 THERE WAS 
 A MAN AND HE HAD NAUGHT 
 
 I bravely climbed the chimney top 
 To warn my nearest neighbor, 
 
 And then went down the other side, 
 A most prodigious labor. 
 
 And now I Ve travelled all this way 
 
 That I may help you catch them, 
 And having* got the wicked rogues, 
 
 That I may soon despatch them. 
 Oh, well I see why riches make 
 
 So many people dizzy, 
 When taking care of none at all 
 
 Can keep a man so busy!" 
 
 50
 
 I HAD A LITTLE HOBBY-HORSE 
 
 / had a little hobby horse, his name was 
 Dappte-Grey, 
 
 His head was made of pea-straw, his tail was 
 made of hay. 
 
 I sold him to an old woman for a copper 
 groat, 
 
 Jtnd I 'II not sing my song again without a 
 new coat. 
 
 Now this old woman went to town upon a 
 market day, 
 
 And that she might arrive in time, she rode 
 on Dapple-Grey. 
 
 He cantered and he galloped till he fairly 
 made her ache, 
 
 Yet strange to say, in spite of all, no pro- 
 gress did he make. 
 
 In wrath the poor old lady then secured him 
 to a tree, 
 
 Beside a field in which a donkey wandered 
 aimlessly ; 
 
 And setting forth adown the road in all the 
 dust and heat, 
 
 She went to town the good old way, upon 
 her own two feet. 
 
 51
 
 I HAD A LITTLE HOBBY-HORSE 
 
 Alas, alas, poor D a p p 1 e-Grey ! She scarce 
 had turned her back 
 
 Before a crow espied the pea-straw, sticking 
 through a crack. 
 
 " Caw, caw," said he, " a nice soft nest such 
 straw would make, no doubt " ; 
 
 And taking hold with right good will, pulled 
 all the pea-straw out. 
 
 And presently it happened that the donkey 
 strayed that way, 
 
 " Oh my ! " he brayed, " I 'm sure I smell 
 some most delicious hay!" 
 
 And stretching forth his shaggy neck above 
 the topmost rail, 
 
 I grieve to say he gobbled up the whole of 
 Dapple's tail. 
 
 Now what a sight was Dapple-Grey, to meet 
 his owner's eye, 
 
 When she returned, all tired and cross, as 
 happened by and by! 
 
 It makes me shiver when I think what dread- 
 ful things she said 
 
 About his tail, his rate of speed, his empti- 
 ness of head! 
 
 52
 
 I HAD A LITTLE HOBBY-HORSE 
 
 I do not see why she should feel that she 's 
 been taken in, 
 
 Although of course I know he 's not the 
 horse he once has been. 
 
 Nor do I see why she should ask that I re- 
 turn that groat; 
 
 Oh, what a doleful song is this to sing for 
 one new coat! 
 
 53
 
 THE QUEEN OF HEARTS 
 
 The Queen of Hearts, 
 
 she made some tarts 
 Ml on a summer's 
 
 day 
 The Jnave of Hearts, he 
 
 stole those tarts 
 Jlnd with them ran 
 
 away. 
 The King of Hearts 
 
 called for the tarts 
 
 And beat the Knave full sore. 
 The Kjiave of Hearts brought back the tarts, 
 Jlnd vowed he 'd steal no more. 
 
 This noble queen, with mind serene, 
 
 Then made a mammoth cake. 
 The naughty knave for cake did crave, 
 
 And off with it did make. 
 The haughty king, for punishing, 
 
 Would have him eat it all, 
 Which made the knave unhappy slave 
 
 Too sick to speak or crawl. 
 
 Next day the queen, with lofty mien, 
 
 Prepared some lovely pies. 
 The feeble knave side-glances gave 
 
 At them with longing eyes. 
 
 54
 
 THE QUEEN OF HEARTS 
 
 The cruel kind, with mocking fling, 
 Said : " Do, now, have some pie ! " 
 
 The qualmish knave, no longer brave, 
 Could only groan, " Not I." 
 
 Since then, at ease, their majesties 
 
 Eat pastries every day. 
 The knave affirms his stomach squirms, 
 
 And looks the other way. 
 Alas, alas, to such a pass 
 
 Doth gluttony invite! 
 'T is very sad to be so bad, 
 
 And lose one's appetite. 
 
 55
 
 ONE MISTY, MOISTY MORNING 
 
 One misty, moisfy morning 
 When cloudy was the weather, 
 
 I chanced to meet an old man 
 clothed all in leather. 
 
 ' He began to compliment, and I 
 began to grin, 
 
 How do you do, and how do 
 you do 
 
 Jlnd how do you do again? 
 
 This morning as I wandered 
 To enjoy the charming weather, 
 
 I met a man in g*oggles and a modern suit 
 of leather. 
 
 He began to toot a horn, and I began to run ; 
 He knocked me flat, nor cared for that 
 And down the road he spun.
 
 Hark, Hark, the dogs do bark! 
 
 The beggars have come to town 
 Some in rags, and some in tags, 
 
 And some in velvet gowns. 
 
 Hear, hear, they 're drawing near ! 
 
 Just hark to the tramp of feet! 
 So haste about, set tables out, 
 
 And get them food to eat. 
 
 Run, run, the turkey 's done ! 
 
 I hope it is nicely dressed, 
 For those who shirk and will not work 
 
 Are sure to want the best. 
 
 57
 
 LITTLE LAD, LITTLE LAD 
 
 "Little tad, tittle lad, 
 Where were you born ? " 
 "Far off in Lancashire under a thorn, 
 Where they sup buttermilk 
 
 With a ram's horn: 
 And a pumpkin, scooped, 
 
 With a yellow rim, 
 Is the bonny bowl they breakfast in." 
 
 " Little lad, little lad, 
 Why do you weep?" 
 
 "The low of the cattle and bleat of the 
 sheep, 
 
 I hear them at night when 
 
 58
 
 LITTLE LAD, LITTLE LAD 
 
 I 'm going to sleep ; 
 And the heather bloom, 
 
 With its purple dye, 
 I see it at night in the western sky." 
 
 " Little lad, little lad, 
 Why do you smile?" 
 
 " Hill, and green valley, and far-away 
 isle, 
 
 They rise up before me 
 
 And linger awhile, 
 Like the mists that rise 
 
 In the early morn, 
 Far off in Lancashire, where 1 was born,
 
 / had a little husband 
 
 J\[o bigger than my thumb, 
 I put him in a pint-pot, 
 
 And there I bid him drum. 
 I bought a little handkerchief 
 
 To wipe his little nose, 
 And a pair of little garters 
 
 To tie his little hose. 
 
 I bought a little carriage 
 
 And took him out to ride, 
 And yet with all my efforts 
 
 He was n't satisfied. 
 I never would have married, 
 
 Now this I do declare, 
 If I 9 d supposed a husband 
 
 Was such an awful care.
 
 TO BANBURY GROSS 
 
 Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross 
 
 To see an old woman upon a white horse. 
 
 With rings on her fingers and bells on her 
 toes, 
 
 She shall have music wherever she goes. 
 
 Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross 
 
 To see this old woman do 'round on her 
 horse. 
 
 With tinklings and jinglings what plaudits 
 she wins, 
 
 As 'round and around past the people she 
 spins ! 
 
 Ride a cock-horse out Banbury way 
 
 To see how the old lady feels the next day. 
 
 With bandages, ointments, and plasters 
 beside, 
 
 I think we shall find her repenting her ride. 
 
 61
 
 THERE WAS A MAN IN OUR TOWN 
 
 There was a man in 
 our town, 
 
 And he was won* 
 drous wise. 
 
 He jumped into a bram* 
 ble bush 
 
 And scratched out 
 both his eyes. 
 
 And when he saw his eyes were out, 
 
 With all his might and main 
 He jumped into another bush 
 
 And scratched them In again. 
 
 This clever man then hastened on 
 
 And bought a pair of shears, 
 But when he tried to cut with them, 
 
 He snipped off both his ears. 
 And when he heard his ears were off 
 
 ('T was told him o'er and o'er), 
 He seized the shears and snipped them back 
 
 As they had been before.
 
 THERE WAS A MAN IN OUR TOWN 
 " Because," said he, " wise men like me, 
 
 Who travel round about, 
 And keep their eyes, and use them well, 
 
 May find some people out. 
 And if they also keep their ears, 
 
 And hark what hearsay brings, 
 They're likewise pretty sure to hear 
 
 Some very funny things." 
 
 63
 
 LADY-BIRD, LADY-BIRD 
 
 Lady 'bird, lady*bird, fly away home, 
 
 Your house is on fire, your children all 
 gone ! 
 
 .All but one, and her name is Jinn, 
 And she crept under the pudding*pan. 
 
 Margaret ran with the bucket and pail; 
 
 Mary, whose bravery never would fail, 
 Caught up the dipper, and raised a great 
 
 shout 
 
 That she and the dipper would soon put it 
 out. 
 
 Elizabeth skurried like one in a craze, 
 
 A -hunting for blankets to smother the blaze; 
 While Katherine sprinkled some salt on the 
 
 fire, 
 
 And wept when the flames mounted higher 
 and higher. 
 
 Now where are they all who so bravely have 
 
 done? 
 The house is on fire and the children are 
 
 gone, 
 
 All but the prudent and timorous Ann, 
 And she crept under the pudding-pan. 
 
 Lady-bird, lady-bird, courage, I know, 
 
 In season of danger it 's noble to show ; 
 
 But oh, there are points I could tell if I tried, 
 In favor of knowing good places to hide. 
 
 64
 
 Pussy sits beside the fire 
 
 How can she be fair? 
 Then comes in the tittle dog, 
 
 "Pussy, are you there? 
 So so, dear Mistress Pussy, 
 
 Pray tell me how do you do? " 
 "Indeed I thank you, little dog, 
 
 I'm very well just now." 
 
 " Fy, pussy, what a lazy cat, 
 
 On such a pleasant day, 
 To sit and drowse beside the fire 
 
 And sleep the hours away! 
 A self-respecting dog would think 
 
 Himself a sorry cur, 
 If he did nothing all day long 
 
 But fold his arms and purr!" 
 
 65
 
 PUSSY SITS BESIDE THE FIRE 
 
 " Now, sir, you need n't criticise 
 
 Because I sit and blink, 
 For while my eyes are shut, like this, 
 
 I think, and think, and think. 
 And when I purr, please understand 
 
 I work with all my might, 
 A-humming over songs I sing 
 
 When I go out at night. 
 
 " Excuse me. Now I '11 close my eyes, 
 
 And think a little more. 
 On busy days like this, I show 
 
 My visitors the door. 
 ' T is only little dogs who judge 
 
 That one must idle be, 
 Unless one 's chasing round and round 
 Or barking up a tree."
 
 SEE SAW, SAGRADOWN 
 
 See saw, sacradown, 
 Which is the way to Boston town? 
 One foot up, the other foot down, 
 That is the way to Boston town. 
 
 See saw, steady and slow ! 
 Other places there are, I know, 
 
 But they are not worth the trouble, 
 to do, 
 
 For Boston people have told me so. 
 
 67
 
 BYE BABY BUNTING 
 
 Bye baby bunting, papa 's 
 gone a-hunting f 
 
 Gone to get a rabbit skin to 
 wrap the baby bunting 
 
 ^ in. 
 
 Bye baby bunting, even 
 now he's hunting, 
 
 Over hill and leafy dale 
 following the rabbit's 
 trail. 
 
 Bye baby bunting, soon 
 ,// he'll come from hunt- 
 
 With a furry bunny skin 
 to wrap this precious 
 baby in. 
 
 Bye baby bunting, mamma 's gone a-hunting. 
 
 A seal skin she will get, I trow, but not for 
 baby bunting, no !
 
 HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE 
 
 Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the 
 fiddle, 
 
 The cow jumped over the moon. 
 
 The little dog laughed to see such 
 sport, 
 
 Jlnd the dish ran away with the 
 spoon. 
 
 Hey diddle diddle, 't was such a fine fiddle, 
 
 And pussy made music so gay, 
 The donkey a jig would dance with the pig, 
 
 And so they went prancing away. 
 
 Hey diddle diddle, she still played the fiddle, 
 The billy-goat offered to sing, 
 
 Whereat the whole pack came scampering 
 back, 
 
 And capered around in a ring.
 
 Clap hands, clap 
 y^, hands, till papa 
 %|S comes home, 
 
 \ Papa has money, and 
 
 \ mamma has none. 
 
 \ 
 
 jjClap hands for mam- 
 fj ma as well, and 
 U fc~ not? 
 
 For she can spend 
 all that dear 
 
 70
 
 THE LION AND THE UNICORN 
 
 The Lion and the Unicorn 
 
 Were fighting for the crown; 
 The Lion beat the Unicorn 
 
 Jill around the town. 
 Some gave them white bread, 
 
 And some gave them brown, 
 Jlnd some gave them plum cake, 
 
 Jtnd sent them out of town. 
 
 The road was very hot and long, 
 
 And they were bruised and sore. 
 In wrathful mood they plodded on, 
 
 Perhaps a mile or more. 
 But oh, a mile is pretty far 
 
 When one can scarcely crawl; 
 And there is lots of chance to think 
 
 When no one speaks at all! 
 
 At last they reached a wayside oak 
 
 Whose limbs a shelter made, 
 And there they sat them stiffly down 
 
 To rest beneath its shade. 
 Among the leaves a little breeze 
 
 Blew gently in and out; 
 Some way a crown began to seem 
 
 Too small to fight about.
 
 THE LION AND THE UNICORN 
 
 The Lion broke the silence first; 
 
 " It 's dinner time," he said. 
 The Unicorn, with dignity, 
 
 Proposed some cake and bread. 
 And so they cleared a level spot 
 
 And spread some papers down, 
 And on them set the plum cake out, 
 
 The white bread, and the brown. 
 
 The Lion hobbled to the spring, 
 
 For very dry were they; 
 The Unicorn limped back and forth 
 
 And shooed the flies away ; 
 And then they sighed and settled down 
 
 Beside this banquet small, 
 And both agreed that maybe peace 
 
 Was better after all.
 
 GREAT A, LITTLE A 
 
 Great Jl, little a, bouncing B, 
 
 The cat f s in the cupboard, and she 
 can't see. 
 
 Miaow, miaow, she can't see! 
 
 Stop, now, pussy cat, don't cry so, 
 For I know a secret I '11 whisper low 
 Sh, sh ; sh, sh ; I '11 whisper low. 
 
 Cheer up, pussy cat, don't despair ! 
 The jelly and doughnuts are kept in there, 
 Oh yes, oh yes, kept in there ! 
 
 Don't you think you 're a lucky cat ? 
 
 I 'd dive seven pennies for a chance like 
 that, 
 
 Oh my, oh my, a chance like that! 
 
 73
 
 THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW 
 
 The north wind doth blow, and we shall have 
 
 . snow, 
 
 Jlnd what will the robin do then, poor thing? 
 He 'II sit in the barn and keep himself warm, 
 Jlnd hide his head under his wing, poor thing. 
 
 But never a word of plaint will be heard 
 From robin, no matter how tired and cold; 
 For well will he know that the winter will go, 
 And the blossoms and greenness of spring 
 unfold. 
 
 And when the warm sun says winter is done* 
 He'll gladden us all with his cheery song; 
 And never will fret if the season is wet, 
 Or wail that the winter was hard and long.
 
 There was a crooked man, and he went a 
 crooked mile, 
 
 Jlnd he found a crooked sixpence beside a 
 crooked stile; 
 
 He bought a crooked cat, which caught a 
 crooked mouse; 
 
 Jtnd they all lived together in a little crooked 
 house. 
 
 Now this little crooked man he led a crooked 
 life, 
 
 And so when he dot married, he dot a crooked 
 wife; 
 
 And yet, if you '11 believe me, though funny 
 to relate, 
 
 This, selfsame crooked wife of his contrived 
 to keep him straight. 
 
 75
 
 / love little pussy, her coat is so warm, 
 And if I don't hurt her, she 'It do me no harm. 
 I 'II sit by the fire and give her some food, 
 And pussy will love me because 1 am good. 
 
 I think she will like me much better this way 
 Than she did when I dressed her in doll's 
 
 clothes one day. 
 She looked very nice, but her comments, oh 
 
 my! 
 They sounded like fireworks on Fourth of 
 
 July. 
 
 1 never will dress her again, that is sure, 
 Her scratches, you see, are not easy to cure; 
 And I find that it takes much more time than 
 
 you'd guess 
 To sew up the rents in my dolly's best dress. 
 
 I 'd give a good deal, if it was n't for that, 
 To see how she 'd look in my dolly's new hat. 
 But no, I '11 not try it. You never can tell ; 
 And politeness is best till one's scratches get 
 well. 
 
 76
 
 GOOD KING ARTHUR 
 
 When good King 
 Arthur ruled 
 this land 
 He was a good- 
 ly king; 
 
 He stole three 
 pecks of barley 
 meal 
 
 To make a bag-pudding. 
 A bag*pudding the King did make, 
 
 And stuffed it well with plums, 
 And in it put great lumps of fat 
 
 As big as my two thumbs. 
 The Ki n S an d Queen did eat thereof, 
 
 And noblemen beside; 
 And what they could not eat that night 
 The Queen next morning fried. 
 
 That afternoon great pains and cramps 
 
 These luckless courtiers had; 
 The doctor sent them all to bed, 
 
 They felt so very bad. 
 But when at night the King again 
 
 An invitation sent, 
 The courtiers all with one accord 
 
 Got out of bed and went. 
 Some people thought 't was indiscreet, 
 
 And wagged their heads thereat; 
 But life is dull, if one stays home 
 
 For little things like that. 
 
 77
 
 How many miles to Babylon ? 
 
 Three score miles and ten. 
 Can I get there by candlelight? 
 
 Yes, and back again. 
 
 How shall I do to Babylon? 
 Who will tell me true? 
 
 Oh, there are trains, and 
 there are boats, 
 
 And automobiles, too; 
 
 78
 
 HOW MANY MILES TO BABYLON? 
 
 And one may ride a bicycle, 
 
 Or do in a balloon; 
 Or one may travel on his feet 
 
 And det there 'most as soon. 
 
 For trains do off the track, you see, 
 And boats do down below; 
 
 And automobiles do to smash 
 In ways that none may know; 
 
 And tires of bicycles do pop, 
 Balloons will do and balk; 
 
 So takind all in all, I think 
 If I were you, I 'd walk. 
 
 79
 
 YOUR CRADLE IS GREEN 
 
 Rock*a*bye baby, your cradle is green ; 
 
 Father 's a nobleman, mother f s a queen ; 
 And Betty 's a lady, and wears a gold ring, 
 
 And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for 
 the king. 
 
 Rock-a-bye baby, the cradle swings low ! 
 
 Baby ' s a princess, who '11 presently do 
 Riding away in a chariot grand, 
 
 Swinging and swaying, to Lullaby Land. 
 
 Rock-a-bye baby, the cradle swings high ! 
 
 The stars are all lighted, and hung in the 
 sky; 
 
 And all of the leaves on the branches and 
 trees 
 
 Are gay little flags that are tossed to the 
 breeze. 
 
 Rock-a-bye baby, swing softly and slow ! 
 
 The light in the palace burns misty and 
 low; 
 
 While through the still twilight, so dim and 
 so gray, 
 
 A dear little princess goes riding away.
 
 APPLE PIE 
 
 // all the world were apple pie, 
 
 Jtnd all the sea were ink, 
 What should we do for bread and cheese, 
 
 What should we do for drink? 
 
 Or, if the world were all ice cream, 
 
 The ocean lemonade, 
 There wouldn't be much bread and milk 
 
 For supper, I 'm afraid ; 
 
 But then, one should n't fret and fume 
 
 Till trouble comes in sight. 
 I don't believe by supper time 
 
 I'd have much appetite.
 
 I 'LL TELL YOU A STORY 
 
 7 'II tell you a story 
 About Mary Morey, 
 
 And now my story 's be* 
 gun; 
 
 I'll tell you another 
 About her brother, 
 
 And now my story is 
 done. 
 
 I could tell you twenty, 
 But these two are plenty; 
 
 It's safest to hear by decrees. 
 The next eighteen stories 
 Concerning the Moreys 
 
 Are 'most as exciting as these.
 
 TO MARKET, TO MARKET 
 
 To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, 
 Home again, home again, jiggetty jig! 
 
 To market, to market, to buy a fat hog, 
 Home again, home again, jiggetty jog! 
 
 Now bacon and pork are unwholesome, 
 alack ! 
 
 So to market, to market, to carry them 
 back. 
 
 To market, to market, just see how we 
 run! 
 
 Home again, home afgain, marketing 's 
 done!
 
 DUKE OF YORK 
 
 The noble Duke of York 
 
 He had ten thousand men; 
 He marched them up the hill one day, 
 
 Then marched them down again. 
 
 The news of this campaign 
 
 So overwhelmed the town, 
 The world has never ceased to hear 
 
 Of him and his renown. 
 
 And ever since that time 
 
 We've had ambitious men 
 Who've marched their forces up a hill, 
 
 And marched them down again. 
 
 84
 
 WHAT ARE LITTLE GIRLS MADE OF? 
 
 What are little girls made of, made of, 
 What are little girls made of? 
 Sugar and spice and everything nice, 
 That's what little girls are made of. 
 
 What are little boys made of, made of, 
 What are little boys made of? 
 Snips and snails and puppy dogs' tails, 
 That's what little boys are made of. 
 
 What are their mothers made of, made of, 
 What are their mothers made of? 
 Ribbons and rings, and similar things, 
 That's what their mothers are made of. 
 
 What are their fathers made of, made of, 
 What are their fathers made of? 
 Dollars and dimes, and terrors, at times 
 That 's what their fathers are made of. 
 
 85
 
 MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB 
 
 Mary had a little lamb, 
 
 Its fleece was white as 
 snow, 
 
 And everywhere that 
 Mary went 
 
 The lamb was sure 
 to go. 
 
 It followed her to school one day, 
 Which was against the rule. 
 
 It made the children laugh and play 
 To see a lamb at school. 
 
 And so the teacher turned him out, 
 But still he lingered near, 
 
 And waited patiently about 
 Till Mary did appear.
 
 MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB 
 
 Time passed, and added age and strength 
 
 To Mary's little lamb, 
 Until that harmless, woolly pet 
 
 Became a robust ram. 
 
 And while his head grew hard as flint, 
 
 And his expression grim, 
 He pondered on the heartless way 
 
 The schoolma'am treated him. 
 
 Again he sought the schoolhouse door; 
 
 Again, the vengeful creature, 
 He waited patiently about, 
 
 But this time for the teacher. 
 
 The lessons done, she sallied forth, 
 When, chilling her with dread, 
 
 She saw the monster in the path, 
 A-shaking of his head. 
 
 And then while she in dire dismay 
 
 Tugged wildly at the latch, 
 He charged upon her down the path 
 
 With business-like despatch. 
 
 87
 
 MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB 
 
 She, now, who once had turned him out, 
 
 And thereby won renown, 
 Collapsed in fright as he charged on, 
 
 And turned her upside down. 
 
 And as he wandered from the scene 
 Where these events had passed, 
 
 He smiled to think how neatly he 
 Had squared accounts at last.
 
 Pat* a* cake, pafra* 
 cake, baker's 
 man, 
 
 Bake me a cake as 
 quick as you 
 can; 
 
 Pat it and prick it, 
 and mark it with 
 B, 
 
 Jtnd put it in the 
 oven for baby 
 and me. 
 
 Hurry it, hurry it, baker's man, 
 
 Bring it to us as quick as you can! 
 
 I hope it has raisins by way of surprise, 
 
 And little black currants that look just like 
 eyes. 
 
 Here it comes, here it comes, baby mine ! 
 Never was cake that was half so fine; 
 Brown as a berry, and hot from the pan, 
 
 Thank you, oh thank you, you good baker's 
 man!
 
 LITTLE JACK HORNER 
 
 Little Jack Homer sat in a corner 
 
 Eating a Christmas pie. 
 He put in his thumb and pulled out a 
 plum, 
 
 And said, "What a good boy am I!" 
 
 Now pie beyond question upsets the di- 
 gestion ; 
 
 That night such a time as he had! 
 
 One's faith it destroys when good little 
 boys 
 
 Can feel so uncommonly bad. 
 
 90
 
 WEE WILLIE WINKIE 
 
 Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, 
 Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown, 
 Peeping at the window, crying at the lock, 
 Ji-re the babes in their beds, for it 's now ten 
 o'clock? 
 
 Wee Willie Winkie, robed all in white, 
 Scampers alone through the darkness of 
 
 night ; 
 While the Man in the Moon from his perch 
 
 watches out 
 To learn what the babies on earth are about. 
 
 When Wee Willie finds one in slumber's em- 
 brace, 
 
 The Man in the Moon laughs all over his 
 face; 
 
 But when there is one who to sleep will not 
 do, 
 
 He puckers his mouth in a sorrowful O. 
 
 If you don't believe me, just look at him 
 
 when 
 You 're wakeful your own self some evening 
 
 at ten. 
 You '11 see he 's been told of the vigil you 
 
 keep, 
 For he '11 not smile again till he knows 
 
 you 're asleep. 
 
 91
 
 SIMPLE SIMON 
 
 k Simple Simon met a pieman, 
 Going to the fair; 
 
 Said Simple Simon to the 
 pieman, 
 
 "Let me taste your ware." 
 
 Said the pieman to Simple Simon, 
 "Show me first your penny." 
 
 Said Simple Simon to the pieman, 
 "Sir, I haven't any." 
 
 Simple Simon went a*fishing 
 For to catch a whale; 
 
 Ml the water he had got 
 Was in his mother's pail. 
 
 92
 
 SIMPLE SIMON 
 With visions of a mighty prize 
 
 A-dano'ling from a string, 
 He fished and fished till he was tired, 
 
 But never caught a thing. 
 
 Simple Simon went to look 
 If plums grew on a thistle; 
 He pricked his fingers very much 
 
 Which made poor Simon whistle. 
 
 ) 
 
 And as he sat beneath a tree 
 
 And rubbed the pricks with oint- 
 ment, 
 
 "Oh dear," said Simple Simon, "life 
 Is full of disappointment."
 
 THE ROSE IS RED 
 
 The rose is red, the violet blue, 
 Sugar is sweet, and so are you. 
 
 The first has thorns that prick, I hear, 
 And blues depress us all, oh dear ! 
 The last makes acid in our veins 
 That gives us bad rheumatic pains; 
 But then, you need n't mind, you know,- 
 Of course it only happens so! 
 
 94
 
 THE MAN IN THE MOON 
 
 The Man in the Moon came down 
 too soon 
 
 To inquire the way to Norwich. 
 
 He went by the south, and burned 
 his mouth 
 
 With eating cold plum> porridge. 
 
 He started then to go back again, 
 Before he had intended, 
 
 And kept up steam on hot ice- 
 cream 
 
 Until the trip was ended.
 
 HEY DIDDLE DINKETTY 
 
 Hey diddle dinketty poppety pet, 
 The merchants of London they wear scarlet. 
 Silk at the collar, and gold at the hem, 
 Very fine are the merchant men. 
 
 Hey diddle dinketty, poppety poo, 
 
 The merchants of our day wear black and 
 blue. 
 
 Cloth at the collar, and cloth at the hem, 
 Plain, but rich, are the merchant men. 
 
 96
 
 "Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been ? " 
 "I've been to London, to see the Queen." 
 "Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there ? " 
 "/ frightened a little mouse under the chair." 
 
 "What did you say when you 'd made your 
 best bow?" 
 
 "I opened my mouth and remarked 'miaow'." 
 "What did the Queen say in answer to that?" 
 
 "She screamed a little, and then she said 
 'SCAT'!" 
 
 97
 
 LITTLE TOM TUCKER 
 
 Little Tom Tucker 
 Sings for his supper; 
 What shall we give him ? 
 White bread and butter; 
 How shall he cut it 
 Without e'er a knife ? 
 How can he marry 
 Without e'er a wife ? 
 
 This was what his mother said while 
 getting Tommy's tea, 
 
 And Mother Goose wrote down the 
 words to keep for you and me; 
 
 She must have known how much sur- 
 prised we all would be to hear 
 
 About a boy who sang for things, for 
 they are few, I fear ! 
 
 And now perhaps you 'd like to know 
 how Tommy fared through life, 
 
 And if his bread was always cut, and 
 if he dot his wife;
 
 LITTLE TOM TUCKER 
 
 And I can tell you, yes, indeed, no prophet 
 need one be 
 
 To tell what good things come to him who 
 sings to get his tea! 
 
 He grew to be a man, of course; and he 
 was fat, I 'm sure, 
 
 For cheery folks, I have observed, are sel- 
 dom thin and poor. 
 
 Roth knives and forks he always had, we 
 may be sure of that, 
 
 Or how could he have eaten things, and 
 grown so nice and fat? 
 
 And as for getting married, that is easy to 
 surmise, 
 
 For a man who sings when supper 9 s late 
 would be so great a prize 
 
 That all the ladies that he knew would stand 
 in anxious rows 
 
 For him to choose the one he 'd take, this 
 everybody knows. 
 
 99
 
 LITTLE TOM TUCKER 
 
 And so from this time forward he was hap- 
 py as a lark; 
 
 It could n't well be otherwise, I venture to 
 remark. 
 
 'T is only those who fret and fume while 
 waiting for their tea, 
 
 Whose end no person can foretell, so shock- 
 ing it may be. 
 
 100
 
 THERE WAS A MAID 
 
 There was a maid on Scrab* 
 ble Hill, 
 
 Jlnd if not dead, she lives 
 there still; 
 
 She grew so tall she reached 
 the sky, 
 
 Jlnd on the moon hung 
 clothes to dry. 
 
 The moon, however, did not stay, 
 
 But sailed, and sailed, and sailed away, 
 
 And carried off, quite out of sight, 
 
 The clothes she 'd hung to dry that night. 
 
 Next day this maid so tall and thin 
 Went out to take her washing in; 
 And how she did gaze round and stare, 
 To find no moon or washing there! 
 
 Then all the neighbors sniffed, and said, 
 "One always meets with loss, whose 
 
 head 
 Is in the clouds"; and I am quite 
 
 Inclined to think that they were right. 
 
 101
 
 MAN IN THE WILDERNESS 
 
 The man in the wilderness asked me 
 How many strawberries grew in the sea. 
 I answered him, as I thought good t 
 Jls many red herrings as grew in the wood. 
 
 The man in the wilderness scratched his 
 head ; 
 
 " There ought to be plenty of them," he said, 
 
 "For the woods are as wide as the eye can 
 see, 
 
 And there 's room for thousands and thou- 
 sands," said he. 
 
 So he took a bid basket, and sailed away 
 
 Across the blue billows where mermaidens 
 play, 
 
 To search in the sea meadows hi^h and low, 
 
 And find the place where the strawberries 
 tfrow. 
 
 I wish I could tell you what luck he met, 
 But you see, he has n't come back, not yet, 
 Although he started so long ado 
 You 'd never believe if I told you, no ! 
 
 102
 
 MAN IN THE WILDERNESS 
 
 That 's just the trouble, it seems to me, 
 With going a-berry ing out in the sea ; 
 So wide it stretches, with never a track, 
 
 And the days slip away, and you have n't 
 come back; 
 
 While the wise ones at home eat the berries 
 which they 
 
 Have picked in the garden the usual way, 
 
 And waggle their heads 'cause your judg- 
 ment was bad. 
 
 And wonder and wonder what luck you have 
 had. 
 
 103
 
 DR. FAUSTUS WAS A GOOD MAN 
 
 Dr. Faustus was a good man, 
 
 He whipped his scholars now and then; 
 
 When he whipped them, he made them dance 
 
 Out of Scotland into France, 
 
 Out of France into Spain, 
 
 Jtnd then he whipped them back again; 
 
 And next, beginning as before, 
 
 He whipped them all around once more. 
 
 When examinations came, 
 
 He whipped and chased them just the same ; 
 
 And as they kept upon the dance 
 
 Out of Scotland into France, 
 
 Out of France into Spain, 
 
 And then all round and round again, 
 
 Their stock of learning they displayed, 
 
 And what a sorry show it made! 
 
 They could n't read, they could n't spell, 
 
 They couldn't do their grammar well, 
 
 They couldn't write so one could read, 
 
 Their sums were very bad indeed; 
 
 But in geography, oh my, 
 
 They all stood very, very high ! 
 
 104
 
 I HAD A LITTLE DOLL 
 
 / had a little doll, 
 
 The prettiest ever seen; 
 She washed me the dishes, 
 
 Jlnd kept the house clean; 
 She went to the mill 
 
 To fetch me some flour; 
 She brought it home 
 
 In less than an hour; 
 She baked me my bread. 
 
 She brewed me my ale, 
 She sat by the fire, and 
 
 Told many a fine tale. 
 
 She made no complaint 
 
 At tending the door, 
 Nor objected to Quests, 
 
 But was anxious for more. 
 She was willing to wash 
 
 From morn until eve, 
 And never announced 
 
 She was going to leave. 
 You want me to tell 
 
 Why she 's not here to-day ? 
 She just spread her wings 
 
 And went soaring away! 
 
 105
 
 BLOW, WIND, BLOW 
 
 Blow, wind, blow, and go, milt, go, 
 That the miller may grind his corn; 
 
 That the baker may take it, 
 
 Jtud into rolls make it, 
 And bring us some hot in the morn. 
 
 Blow, flower, blow, and go, bee, go, 
 And gather some honey with speed; 
 
 I hope you won't mind it, 
 
 Because I shall find it, 
 Oh, very delicious indeed ! 
 
 Crow, cock, crow, and go, hen, go, 
 And lay some fresh eggs, I entreat ; 
 
 I'm sorry to ask it, 
 
 But two in a basket 
 Would just make my breakfast complete. 
 
 Grow, grass, grow, and low, cow, low, 
 And bring me some milk in a cup; 
 
 If you are all working 
 
 Without any shirking, 
 'T will pay me, I think, to get up. 
 
 106
 
 OLD MISTRESS McSHUTTLE 
 
 Old Mistress McShuttle 
 
 Lived in a coal-scuttle, 
 JHong with her dog and her cat; 
 
 What they ate I can't tell, 
 
 But 'tis known very well 
 That none of the party were fat. 
 
 The longer they staid, 
 The less they all weighed, 
 
 Until, having locked up the door, 
 They \vent walking one day, 
 When they all blew away, 
 
 And never were seen any more. 
 
 107
 
 TOM, TOM, WAS A PIPER'S SON 
 
 Tom, Tom, was a piper's son, 
 He learned to play when he was young; 
 But all the tune that he could play 
 Was "Over the hills and far away." 
 
 He played it loud, he played it low, 
 He played it fast, he played it slow, 
 He played it all day until 't was night, 
 And kept right on till morning's light. 
 
 And so the neighbors used to meet 
 And tell in whispers most discreet 
 How glad they 'd be, if pretty soon 
 He 'd take example from his tune, 
 And stay from then till Judgment Day 
 "Over the hills and far away." 
 
 108
 
 BOW, WOW, WOW ! 
 
 Bow, wow, wow I 
 Whose dog art thou? 
 I'm Tommy Tinker's dog, 
 Bow, wow, wow! 
 
 Mew, mew, mew ! 
 Whose cat are you? 
 I'm Tommy Tinker's cat, 
 Mew, mew, mew ! 
 
 Ss, ss, ss! 
 
 Whose goose is this? 
 
 I'm Tommy Tinker's goose, 
 
 Ss, ss, ss ! 
 
 So these are Tommy Tinker's pets 
 All standing here, no doubt, 
 
 To wait with patience near the door 
 For Tommy to come out. 
 
 109
 
 BOW, WOW, WOW ! 
 And this is Tommy Tinker 
 
 With a cooky in his hand, 
 Which he will eat outside the door, 
 
 At least, he so has planned. 
 
 With joy these three expectant pets 
 
 To meet dear Tommy fly; 
 And where is Tommy's cooky gone? 
 
 And why does Tommy cry? 
 
 no
 
 COCK ROBIN GOT UP EARLY 
 
 Cock Robin got up early 
 
 Jit the break of day, 
 And went to Jenny's window 
 
 To sing a roundelay. 
 
 He sang Cock Robin's love 
 To the pretty Jenny Wren, 
 
 And when he got unto the end, 
 Then he began again. 
 
 And though at first she diddled 
 
 And tossed her pretty head, 
 Yet all the while she listened 
 
 To what Cock Robin said. 
 
 in
 
 COCK ROBIN GOT UP EARLY 
 And pretty soon the window 
 
 Swung out an inch or less 
 And down a little note dropped, 
 
 Which told Cock Robin, yes. 
 
 Now all this goes to show you 
 That he who'd win the day 
 
 Must get up very early, 
 And boldly say his say; 
 
 And when he 's through, begin again, 
 Like Robin's roundelay. 
 
 112
 
 FOUR-AND-TWENTY TAILORS 
 
 Four*and*twenty tailors went to kill a snail; 
 
 The bravest man amongst them durst not 
 touch her tail; 
 
 She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow, 
 
 Run, tailors, run f or she 'II kill you all e'en 
 now ! 
 
 The four-and- twenty tailors then went to 
 catch a frog, 
 
 But he looked so very fierce and green, 
 perched up upon a log, 
 
 That all of them turned quickly round and 
 scampered from the spot, 
 
 And never once looked back to see if he 
 gave chase or not. 
 
 These four-and-twenty tailors, on hunting 
 still intent, 
 
 Decided next to catch a mouse, so to the 
 cellar went; 
 
 But my, it looked so very dark, just like an 
 ogre's den 
 
 They changed their minds with one accord, 
 and hurried out again. 
 
 113
 
 FOUR-AND-TWENTY TAILORS 
 
 To calm their nerves they then sat down 
 beneath a spreading tree, 
 
 And all agreed that hunting' wasn't what 
 't was famed to be ; 
 
 " Because," said they, " t h o u d h you may 
 catch the beast you hunt, 't is true, 
 
 Yet where *s the fun in hunting, if perchance 
 he catches you? 
 
 114
 
 THREE YOUNG RATS 
 
 Three young rats with black felt hats, 
 Three young ducks with new straw fiats, 
 Three young dogs with curling tails. 
 Three young cats with demi-veils, 
 Went out to walk with two young pigs- 
 In satin vests and sorrel wigs; 
 But suddenly it chanced to rain, 
 And so they all went home again. 
 
 The rats now donned their rubber boots, 
 The ducks put on their rubber suits, 
 The dog's, arrayed in mackintoshes, 
 Advised the cats to wear galoshes; 
 The pigs umbrellas took, and so 
 They all set out once more to do; 
 But then the sun came out, alack, 
 Which caused them all to hurry back. 
 
 So now they've all agreed that they 
 From this time forth at home will stay; 
 It 's too much trouble altogether 
 To dress according to the weather. 
 
 115
 
 MISS MAGKAY 
 
 Mas / alas I for Miss Mackay I 
 Her knives and forks have run away; 
 
 And when the cups and spoons are going, 
 She 's sure there 's no way of knowing. 
 
 Her plates have also done, I hear, 
 And all the saucers, too, oh dear ! 
 
 And after them, with noise and clatter, 
 The soup tureen and turkey platter. 
 
 Poor Miss Mackay! I do declare 
 
 "Her table will be pretty bare! 
 Still, on the whole, it 's foolish grieving 
 
 Because such things as these are leaving. 
 
 Sometimes, though much against my wishes, 
 I'm set to work to wash the dishes; 
 
 And then indeed no tongue can say 
 How much I envy Miss Mackay! 
 
 116
 
 ONCE I SAW A LITTLE BIRD 
 
 Once I saw a little bird 
 Come hop, hop, hop; 
 So I cried, Little bird, 
 Will you stop, stop, stop ? 
 Jtnd was going to the window 
 To say, How do you do 
 But he shook his little tail, 
 And far away he flew. 
 
 Then I saw a butterfly 
 So day, day, day, 
 And I cried, Butterfly, 
 Won't you stay, stay, stay ? 
 But the butterfly went ramblind 
 The whole wide garden through, 
 And presently sailed lightly off, 
 And soon was lost to view. 
 
 Next I heard a little bee 
 Say, Hum, hum, hum ! 
 And I cried, Little bee, 
 Will you come, come, come ? 
 And he seemed to be quite willing*, 
 And came to see me then; 
 But I '11 never, never, ask a bee 
 To call on me again! 
 
 117
 
 OLD MAN OF TOBAGO 
 
 There was an old man 
 of Tobago, 
 
 Who lived on rice, 
 gruel and sago, 
 
 Till, much to his 
 bliss, 
 
 His physician said 
 this: 
 
 To a leg, sir, of mutton 
 you may go. 
 
 He ate it, alas, with much 
 gusto, 
 
 He was soon feeling far 
 from robust-o; 
 
 And then, though 'twas 
 cruel, 
 
 He went back to gruel, 
 
 Whereupon he got better, 
 I trust-o! 
 
 118
 
 NOTHING-AT-ALL 
 
 There was an old woman called J\[othing*at* 
 
 all f 
 Who lived in a dwelling exceedingly 
 
 small; 
 Jl man stretched his mouth to its widest ex= 
 
 tent, 
 Jlnd down at one gulp house and old woman 
 
 went. 
 
 Then all of the neighbors arrived on the 
 
 run 
 To learn what had happened, and how it was 
 
 done; 
 And they all told, as loud as their voices 
 
 could ring, 
 How horrid he was who would do such a 
 
 thing. 
 
 Oh, they shouted and clamored, explaining 
 
 how they 
 Would punish a person who'd act in this 
 
 way; 
 And they flourished their arms, and they 
 
 paced up and down, 
 Till the racket and hubbub alarmed the 
 
 whole town. 
 
 The dogs they all barked, and the babies all 
 cried, 
 
 119
 
 NOTHING-AT-ALL 
 
 The kittens miaowed, and the puppies ki- 
 yied, 
 
 The chickens all cackled, the mooly cows 
 mooed, 
 
 The ducks said, Quack, quack, and the child- 
 ren boo-hooed. 
 
 Now of course all this noise didn't do any 
 
 good, 
 
 Nobody even supposed that it would; 
 But it is such a comfort to sputter and bawl 
 And make a big fuss over nothing at all! 
 
 120
 
 THE COCK DOTH GROW 
 
 The cock doth crow 
 To let you know, 
 If you be wise, 
 'Tis time to rise. 
 
 The foolish bird! 
 He hasn't heard 
 How those who know 
 Prefer to do 
 To sleep again, 
 And lie till ten, 
 Or even doze 
 Till morning's close. 
 Just hear the bee, 
 How drowsily 
 He hums about, 
 Because, no doubt, 
 That horrid cock, 
 With sudden shock, 
 Disturbed his rest. 
 So doth protest 
 The willow tree, 
 Who weeps to see 
 
 121
 
 THE COCK DOTH CROW 
 
 The morning break, 
 Because 't will wake 
 The cock, who tries 
 To make us rise. 
 No, no, vain bird, 
 It's quite absurd 
 To clamor so, 
 And crow and crow, 
 And think your fuss 
 Can swindle us, 
 And make us glad 
 To join the sad, 
 Misguided few, 
 Who rise with you! 
 
 122
 
 WAS EVER HEARD SUCH NOISE AND GLAMOR 
 
 Was ever heard such noise and clamor? 
 
 The hatchet 's jealous of the hammer; 
 
 The auger shouts that more and more 
 
 The gimlet gets to be a bore; 
 
 The mallet says it 's plain to see 
 
 The crowbar's dull as dull can be; 
 
 The tongs affirms he 'd never blow 
 
 The way the bellows does, no, no! 
 
 Apparently they 've all forgot 
 
 They 've faults themselves as like as not ; 
 
 But then, how foolish it would be 
 
 To air one's own in company, 
 
 When other folks', beyond a doubt, 
 
 Are lots more fun to talk about! 
 
 123
 
 THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL 
 
 There was a little girl, 
 
 And she had a little 
 curl 
 
 'Right in the middle of 
 her forehead; 
 
 When she was good 
 
 She was very, very 
 good, 
 
 But when she was bad, 
 she was horrid. 
 
 I ' ve known some other girls 
 Who hadn't any curls, 
 
 Yet sometimes even they were 
 pretty horrid; 
 
 So I suspect that they 
 Are horrid any way, 
 
 And curls deceitful things upon 
 the forehead. 
 
 134
 
 DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY 
 
 Daffy*down*dilly has 
 come up to town 
 
 In a yellow petticoat 
 
 and a green gown; 
 
 Miss Crocus has also arrived, I 
 am told, 
 
 As gay as a peacock in pink, 
 white, and gold ; 
 
 And while you were sleeping 
 so soundly last night, 
 
 Came dainty Miss Snowdrop, 
 arrayed all in white. 
 
 How did I hear all the news? 
 Why, you see, 
 
 A note from the robin just 
 brought it to me. 
 
 125
 
 BURNIE BEE 
 
 Burnie bee, burnie bee t 
 
 Tell me when 'It your wedding be; 
 
 If it be to-morrow day, 
 
 Take your wings and fly away. 
 
 Fly so far that none can see 
 
 Where you 're hiding, burnie bee ; 
 
 It is n't just the thing to shirk, 
 
 But weddings bring* a lot of work, 
 
 Tarts to mold, and cake to make, 
 
 Tea to brew, and bread to bake, 
 
 Sugar plums to mix, beside, 
 
 And portly doughnuts to be fried; 
 
 Then there'll be the house to sweep 
 
 While other folks are still asleep, 
 
 Things to scour, and things to clean, 
 
 With scrubbing' sandwiched in between. 
 
 Burnie bee, burnie bee, 
 
 If ever I that day should see, 
 
 I '11 run away the week before, 
 
 And stay until the wedding 's o'er. 
 
 136
 
 LITTLE QUEEN PIPPIN 
 
 Little Queen Pippin 
 once built a 
 hotel, 
 
 How long and how 
 high, I'm sure 
 I can 't tell; 
 
 The walls were of sugar, as white 
 as the snow, 
 
 .And jujube windows were placed 
 In a row; 
 
 The columns were candy, and 
 all very tall, 
 
 Jlnd a roof of choice cakes was 
 spread over all. 
 
 Now when it was finished, came 
 many a mile 
 
 The friends of Queen Pippin to 
 visit a while. 
 
 They came with their 
 
 by twelves and thirteens 
 
 Until they were packed in the 
 rooms like sardines, 
 
 And the Queen had n't even a bed 
 of her own, 
 
 127
 
 LITTLE QUEEN PIPPIN 
 
 So had to sit up the whole night on her 
 throne. 
 
 'T was just at this juncture, as I should ex- 
 plain, 
 
 The sky became dark, and a torrent of rain 
 Descended in floods upon moorland and fell, 
 And likewise on little Queen Pippin's hotel. 
 
 Dear me! 'T was n't built for bad weather, 
 you see, 
 
 And so before long 't was as damp as could 
 be. 
 
 The longer it rained, the more slushy it got, 
 Until it's a fact that there wasn't a spot 
 
 Where a person could stand without wetting 
 his feet, 
 
 Or a place to sit down when one needed to 
 eat. 
 
 Such dampness of course will produce many 
 ills, 
 
 So the guests before long all had fevers and 
 chills, 
 
 And they all grew rheumatic, and all got the 
 grip,
 
 LITTLE QUEEN PIPPIN 
 
 Then sputtered because they dot wet from 
 the drip. 
 
 Some had the earache, some, cold in the 
 head, 
 
 And all of them vowed they were pretty near 
 dead; 
 
 Till at last, though such manners one scarce 
 can conceive, 
 
 They all lost their tempers and said they 
 would leave. 
 
 Accordingly, therefore, they promptly arose, 
 
 And, very much quicker than you would 
 suppose, 
 
 They packed up their things, and with vis- 
 ages wry 
 
 Bade little Queen Pippin a hasty good-bye. 
 
 129
 
 LITTLE KING BOGGEN 
 
 Little Ring Boggen, he built a fine hall, 
 
 Pie crust and pastry crust, that was the wall; 
 
 The windows were made of black puddings 
 and white, 
 
 And slated with pancakes ,you ne'er saw 
 the like. 
 
 Of fresh maple sugar the chimneys were 
 made, 
 
 Each brick in the whitest of cream candy laid; 
 
 Of cake were the doorways, the stairways of 
 cheese, 
 
 And oh, there were dozens and dozens of 
 these ! 
 
 Now little Kind Boggen, he gave a grand 
 ball, 
 
 Inviting the courtiers, the neighbors, and all; 
 And every one came, all in tinsel and gilt, 
 
 To see the fine palace King Boggen had 
 built. 
 
 In wide-open-mouthed admiration they gazed 
 
 At this wonderful structure King Boggen had 
 raised, 
 
 130
 
 LITTLE KING BOGGEN 
 
 Then slyly picked off, with a finger and 
 thumb, 
 
 For the tiniest taste, just a wee little crumb ! 
 
 It was so delicious, they tasted again ; 
 
 Of stairs, walls, and chimneys they tasted, 
 and then 
 
 They just helped themselves to a little bit 
 more, 
 
 A slice from a window, a piece from a door. 
 
 I blush to relate it, *t was most impolite, 
 
 At last they just gobbled with all of their 
 might; 
 
 They ate, and they ate, from wall, door- 
 frame, and sash, 
 
 Until the whole palace fell down with a 
 crash ! 
 
 Little King Bog'gen, in crumbs to his neck, 
 Crept slowly and painfully out of the wreck. 
 
 "Well," he said grimly, they '11 all know it 
 when 
 
 Such pigs are invited to my house again." 
 
 131
 
 WHAT'S THE NEWS? 
 
 " What 's the news of the day, 
 
 Good neighbor, I pray ? " 
 
 "They say the balloon 
 
 Has gone up to the moon/' 
 
 To carry with care 
 
 To the Man, who lives there, 
 
 A cargo of urns 
 
 Full of ointment for burns. 
 
 For long* long ago, 
 
 As you probably know, 
 
 A blister he got 
 
 From pie that was hot. 
 
 And ever since then, 
 
 Like most other men, 
 
 Who bear with ill grace 
 
 And a very long face 
 
 Their pains and their aches, 
 
 Such a fuss as he makes! 
 
 His mouth is a sight, 
 
 132
 
 WHAT'S THE NEWS? 
 
 All twisted up tight, 
 
 And his brows are drawn down 
 
 In a woebegone frown, 
 
 Just to let us all know 
 
 He is suffering so* 
 
 I hope the balloon 
 
 Will arrive pretty soon 
 
 With his cargo of urns 
 
 Full of ointment for burns, 
 
 For undoubtedly then 
 
 He '11 look pleasant again. 
 
 And gazing some night 
 
 When the moon 's shining bright, 
 
 I 'm sure that you '11 see, 
 
 As plain as can be, 
 
 A smile which appears 
 
 To pass under his ears, 
 
 And even, you '11 find, 
 
 Comes together behind. 
 
 133
 
 TOMMY SNOOKS AND BESSY BROOKS 
 
 As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks 
 Were walking out one Sunday, 
 
 Said Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks, 
 "To*morrow will be Monday." 
 
 As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks 
 
 Went strolling on together, 
 Said Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks, 
 
 "This is such charming \veather." 
 
 Then Bessy Brooks to Tommy Snooks 
 
 Replied with admiration, 
 " You clever boy, I so enjoy 
 
 Your brilliant conversation!"
 
 TAFFY WAS A WELSHMAN 
 
 Taffy was a Welshman, 
 Taffy was a thief; 
 Taffy came to my, house, 
 Jlnd stole a piece of beef. 
 I went to Taffy's house, 
 Taffy was n't home; 
 Taffy came to my house, 
 Jlnd stole a marrow bone. 
 I went to Taffy's house, 
 Taffy was in bed; 
 I took the marrow bone, 
 Jlnd flung it at his head. 
 
 Now I 'm mad at Taffy, 
 
 And he is mad at me; 
 
 In fact both he and I are 
 
 As cross as cross can be ; 
 
 For Taffy was n't honest, 
 
 Which surely is n't ri^ht, 
 
 And he, would you believe it? 
 
 Says / was impolite! 
 
 135
 
 DEAR SENSIBILITY 
 
 Dear Sensibility, O la! 
 1 heard a little lamb cry baa! 
 Said I, "So you have lost mamma ? " 
 
 "Baa!" 
 
 The little lamb, as I said so, 
 Frisking about the fields did go, 
 Jtnd frisking, trod upon my toe. 
 
 "Oh!" 
 
 Dear me! I see him coming now 
 With playful smile and guileless brow, 
 To frisk some more, I well know how, 
 
 "Ow!" 
 
 You waggish lamb, if you are through 
 A-making me all black and blue, 
 I'll gladly bid farewell to you! 
 
 "SHOO!"
 
 GEORGIE PORGIE 
 
 Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie, 
 I^issed the girls and made them cry; 
 When the girts came out to play, 
 Georgie Porgie ran away. 
 
 Georgie Porgie thought 't was fun 
 To make the bears and lions run; 
 The turkey gobbler strutted by, 
 So Georgie did n't stop to try. 
 
 He sallied out the darkest night 
 To give some robber chief a fright; 
 A snapping twig made such a crack 
 That Georgie Porgie hurried back. 
 
 Some day his name in books you '11 read ; 
 A boy, I 'm very sure indeed, 
 Who faces dangers like these three, 
 Deserves a place in history. 
 
 137
 
 A CAT CAME FIDDLING 
 
 Jl cat came fiddling out of a 
 barn 
 
 With a pair of bag-pipes under 
 her arm; 
 
 She could sing nothing but "Fid* 
 dle*cum*fee, 
 
 The mouse has married the bum.' 
 blebee." 
 
 Pipe, cat, dance, mouse; 
 
 We'll have a wedding at our 
 good house. 
 
 Then came a dog with a big bass 
 drum; 
 
 "Boom, boom," he played, "you 
 must all of you come. 
 
 ; There will be dancing and feast- 
 ing till ten, 
 
 And then they '11 begin it all over 
 again!" 
 
 ^ Dance, mouse, pipe, cat ; 
 
 Never a wedding was gayer than 
 that. 
 
 138
 
 A GAT GAME FIDDLING 
 The mouse came next with the bumblebee. 
 "Oh ho," they laughed, "Oh ho, tee-hee! 
 He who would reckon his pleasures so fast 
 Must never delay till the wedding is past!" 
 Dance, mouse, pipe, cat ; 
 Never a sermon was truer than that! 
 
 139
 
 A LITTLE BOY WENT INTO A BARN 
 
 A little boy went into a barn 
 
 And lay down on some hay; 
 Jtn owl came out and flew about, 
 
 And the little boy ran away. 
 
 He 'd not done far when he thought he heard 
 
 Some most peculiar squeals; 
 * T was only a mouse beneath the house, 
 
 But again he took to his heels. 
 
 He 'd paused for breath when a duck came by* 
 And suddenly said '* Quack, quack ! " 
 
 So on he flew for a mile or two, 
 And never took time to look back. 
 
 Then the owl, and the mouse, and the duck, 
 they laughed 
 
 Till their sides did fairly ache, 
 For 'twas funny indeed to see what speed 
 That poor little boy could make. 
 
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