The Cow 47 A raven cried croak! and they all tumbled down; The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown; The mischievous raven flew laughing away; Bumpety, bumpety, bump! And vowed he would serve them the same the next day; Lumpety, lumpety, lump! THE Owl and the eel and the warming-pan, So they all came back by the way of the town, Laura E. Richards [1850 THE COW THANK you, pretty cow, that made Every day, and every night, Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white. Do not chew the hemlock rank, Where the purple violet grows, Ann Taylor [1782-1866] THE LAMB LITTLE Lamb, who made thee? Little Lamb, who made thee? Little Lamb, I'll tell thee, Little Lamb, God bless thee! William Blake (1757-1827] LITTLE RAINDROPS OH, where do you come from, They won't let me walk, And they won't let me play, And they won't let me go Out of doors at all to-day. They put away my playthings And then they locked up all my bricks, The House that Jack Built Tell me, little raindrops, They say I'm very naughty, I should like to play with you. The little raindrops cannot speak, "MOON, SO ROUND AND YELLOW" MOON, so round and yellow, Looking from on high, How I love to see you Shining in the sky. When I see you there, Where you go at morning, And the sun comes peeping Sometime I will watch you Slyly overhead, When you think I'm sleeping Snugly in my bed. Matthias Barr [1831 THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT THIS is the house that Jack built. This is the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. 49 This is the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built, This is the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cow with the crumpled horn That worried the cat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the maiden all forlorn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the man all tattered and torn That kissed the maiden all forlorn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the priest all shaven and shorn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn Old Mother Hubbard 51 That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cock that crowed in the morn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That worried the cat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the farmer sowing his corn That kept the cock that crowed in the morn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. OLD MOTHER HUBBARD OLD Mother Hubbard To get her poor dog a bone: But when she got there The cupboard was bare, She went to the baker's To buy him some bread, The poor dog was dead. |