BABY-LAND

Which is the way to Baby-land?

Any one can tell;

Up one flight,

To your right;

Please to ring the bell.

What can you see in Baby-land?
Little folks in white,
Downy heads,

Cradle-beds,

Faces pure and bright.

What do they do in Baby-land?

Dream and wake and play,

Laugh and crow,

Shout and grow,

Jolly times have they.

What do they say in Baby-land?

Why, the oddest things;

Might as well

Try to tell

What a birdie sings.

Who is the Queen of Baby-land?

Mother, kind and sweet;

And her love,

Born above,

Guides the little feet.

George Cooper

IN THE NURSERY

MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES

Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With cockle-shells, and silver bells,
And pretty maids all in a row.

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.

Rub-a-dub-dub,

Three men in a tub,

And who do you think they be?

The butcher, the baker,

The candlestick-maker;

Turn 'em out, knaves all three!

I'll tell you a story
About Jack a Nory-

And now my story's begun;
I'll tell you another

About Johnny, his brother

And now my story is done.

Hickory, dickory, dock,

The mouse ran up the clock;
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Hickory, dickory, dock.

A dillar, a dollar, a ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?

You used to come at ten o'clock,
But now you come at noon.

Higgleby, piggleby, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Sometimes nine, and sometimes ten,
Higgleby, piggleby, my black hen.

Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl;

If the bowl had been stronger,

My song had been longer.

There was an old woman lived under a hill,
And if she's not gone, she lives there still.

One misty, moisty morning,

When cloudy was the weather,

I met a little old man

Clothed all in leather;

He began to bow and scrape,

And I began to grin,—

How do you do, and how do you do,
And how do you do again?

There was a little man, and he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
He shot Johnny Sprig through the middle of his wig,
And knocked it right off his head, head, head.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
She gave them some broth without any bread;

Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

Pease-pudding hot,

Pease-pudding cold,

Pease-pudding in the pot,
Nine days old.
Some like it hot,

Some like it cold,

Some like it in the pot,

Nine days old.

Hey, diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed

To see such sport,

And the dish ran away

Little Jack Horner

Sat in a corner Eating a Christmas pie;

with the spoon.

He put in his thumb,

And pulled out a plum,

And said, "What a good boy am I!"

Little Miss Muffet,

Sat on a tuffet,

Eating of curds and whey;

There came a great spider

That sat down beside her,

And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Little Polly Flinders,

Sat among the cinders,

Warming her pretty little toes;

Her mother came and caught her,

And whipped her little daughter For spoiling her nice new clothes.