Where ev'ry prospeck pleases an' only man is vile. But gran'ma she had never been to see a Wild West show, Or read the life uv Daniel Boone, or else I guess she'd know That Buffalo Bill an' cowboys is good enough f'r Excep' jes' 'fore Christmas, when I'm good as I kin be! Then ol' Sport, he hangs around, so sollum-like an' still His eyes they seem a-sayin': little Bill?" "What's the matter, The cat she sneaks down off her perch, a-wonderin' what's become Uv them two enemies uv hern that uster make things hum! But I am so perlite an' stick so earnest-like to biz Willie is!" "How improved our But father, havin' been a boy hisself, suspicions me When, jes' 'fore Christmas, I'm as good as I kin be! For Christmas, with its lots and lots uv candies, cakes, an' toys, Wuz made, they say, f'r proper kids, an' not f'r naughty boys! So wash yer face, an' bresh yer hair, an' mind yer p's and q's, An' don't bust out yer pantaloons, an' don't wear out yer shoes; Say yessum to the ladies, an' "yessir" to the men, An' when they's company don't pass yer plate f'r pie again; But, thinkin' uv the things you'd like to see upon that tree, Jes' 'fore Christmas be as good as you kin be! LITTLE BOY BLUE BY EUGENE FIELD The little toy dog is covered with dust, And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, And, as he was dreaming, an angel song Oh! the years are many, the years are long, Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face; And they wonder, as waiting the long years through What has become of our Little Boy Blue, WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD BY EUGENE FIELD Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, one night, Into a sea of dew; "Where are you going and what do you wish??? "We have come to fish for the herring fish, Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. The old moon laughed and sung a song, The little stars were the herring fish That lived in the beautiful sea. "Now cast your nets wherever you wish, So cried the stars to the fishermen three, All night long their nets they threw, Bringing the fishermen home. 'T was all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if it could not be; And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dream'd, Of sailing that beautiful sea; But I shall name you the fishermen three, Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, The wooden shoe that sail'd the skies And you shall see the beautiful things, As you rock on the misty sea, Where the old shoe rock'd the fishermen three, THE TEMPEST BY JAMES THOMAS FIELDS We were crowded in the cabin, It was midnight on the waters "T is a fearful thing in winter And to hear the rattling trumpet So we shuddered there in silence, For the stoutest held his breath, While the hungry sea was roaring, And the breakers talked with Death. As thus we sat in darkness, Each one busy in his prayers, "We are lost!" the captain shouted As he staggered down the stairs. But his little daughter whispered, Just the same as on the land?" Then we kissed the little maiden, |