The Moon Said the hen, "Cut-dah cut! And the buzzing bee said, Then the baker kindly Brought the Baby's bread. "Breakfast is all ready," Baby's mother said; "But before the Baby Then the bonny Baby Laughed and laughed away. That was all the "Thank you" He knew how to say. Emilie Poulsson (1853 THE MOON O, LOOK at the moon! She is shining up there; O mother, she looks Like a lamp in the air. Last week she was smaller, And shaped like a bow; Pretty moon, pretty moon, How you shine on the door, And make it all bright On my nursery floor! You shine on my playthings, At your pretty bright face. And there is a star Close by you, and maybe Is your little baby. Eliza Lee Follen [1787-1859] BABY AT PLAY BROW bender, Eye peeper, Nose smeller, Mouth eater, Chin chopper, Knock at the door-peep in, Lift up the latch-walk in.. HERE sits the Lord Mayor, here sit his two men, Here sits the cock, and here sits the hen; Chippety, chippety, chippety, chin. This little pig went to market; This little pig stayed at home; This little pig got roast beef; This little pig got none; This little pig cried wee, wee, all the way home. One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve? FOOT SOLDIERS 'Tis all the way to Toe-town, One, two, three, four, five, a-row A captain and his men And on the other side, you know, John Banister Tabb (1845-1909] TOM THUMB'S ALPHABET A was an Archer, who shot at a frog; V was a Vintner, who drank all himself; W was a Watchman, who guarded the door; GRAMMAR IN RHYME THREE little words, you often see, As Great, Small, Pretty, White, or Brown. The Garden Year Verbs tell of something being done To Read, Count, Laugh, Sing, Jump, or Run. A noun, as In or Through a door, DAYS OF THE MONTH THIRTY days hath September, THE GARDEN YEAR JANUARY brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow. February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again. March brings breezes, loud and shrill, To stir the dancing daffodil. April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet. May brings flocks of pretty lambs Skipping by their fleecy dams. June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies. 618 |