THE LOVABLE CHILD Frisky as a lambkin, Busy as a bee That's the kind of little girl People like to see. Modest as a violet, As a rosebud sweet That's the kind of little girl People like to meet. Bright as is a diamond, Happy as a robin, Gentle as a dove That's the kind of little girl Fly away and seek her, Little song of mine, For I choose that very girl As my Valentine. Emilie Poulsson "THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL" There was a little girl, who had a little curl And when she was good, she was very, very good, She stood on her head, on her little trundle-bed, With nobody by for to hinder; She screamed and she squalled, she yelled and she bawled, And drummed her little heels against the winder. Her mother heard the noise, and thought it was the boys She rushed upstairs, and caught her unawares, A NURSERY SONG Oh, Peterkin Pout and Gregory Grout Are two little goblins black. Full oft from my house I've driven them out, But somehow they still come back. They clamber up to the baby's mouth, And pull the corners down; They perch aloft on the baby's brow, And twist it into a frown. And one says "Must!" and t'other says "Can't!" I pray you now from my house keep out! But Samuel Smile and Lemuel Laugh Are two little fairies bright; They're always ready for fun and chaff, And when they creep into Baby's eyes, And when they peep through her rosy lips, And one says "Please!" and t'other says "Do!" Laura E. Richards ANGER Anger in its time and place Close in tufted bush or brake Charles and Mary Lamb MY LADY WIND My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind, She tried the keyhole in the door, And drove the chimney soot in. And then one night when it was dark That all the town was bothered; From it she raised such flame and smoke And many more were smothered. And thus when once, my little dears, The same will come, you'll find: THE BEST FIRM A pretty good firm is "Watch & Waite," Walter G. Doty A BAKER'S DUZZEN UV WIZE SAWZ Them ez wants, must choose. Them ez hez, must lose. Them ez knows, won't blab. Them ez guesses, will gab. Them ez keeps dark, is deep. Them ez kin earn, kin keep. Them ez aims, hits. Them ez hez, gits. Them ez waits, win. Them ez will, kin. Edward Rowland Sill "JOG ON, JOG ON" Jog on, jog on the foot-path way Your sad tires in a mile-a. William Shakespeare THE TUMBLE Tumble down, tumble up, never mind it, my sweet; No, no, never beat the poor floor: 'Twas your fault, that could not stand straight on your feet; Beat yourself, if you beat any more. Oh dear! what a noise: will a noise make it well? Will crying wash bruises away? Suppose that it should bleed a little and swell, 'Twill all be gone down in a day. That's right, be a man, love, and dry up your tears. Come, smile, and I'll give you a kiss: If you live in the world but a very few years, You must bear greater troubles than this. Ah! there's the last tear dropping down from your cheek! All the dimples are coming again! And your round little face looks as ruddy and meek As a rose that's been washed in the rain. LITTLE THINGS Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Ann Taylor |