human
Can you continue this poem for me?
  "_Hello! Is that you, Jimmy?_"
"Well, this is David Cory, the JUMBLE BOOKman. Do you like Indian
"Tell me where I may find my fortune," answered Little Sir Cat.
The little white clouds are like sheep
That play all the night while the moon's shining bright.
"What is it?" asked Tottie.
"Hurry up and tell," whispered Teddy, hugging Tessie's arm, while
"Oh, dear!" sighed the three tiny T's.
"Here you are, Miss," said the grocer man, handing the package to
Everything went along beautifully. Teddy kept well behind so that
Tessie turned a frightened glance towards Teddy who just came up.
"Let's go out in the garden now," said Tessie, and the two little
"No," answered Tottie, "'cause she has only fur."
Is a rogue, do you know
He tries to poke through
The tip of Ted's shoe?
And always, it's shocking.
assistant
Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
  He's half through his stocking!
"_How happy I am
In the forest so deep;
I sing and I play
While other folks sleep!_"
"_All thro' the night
I sing and I play,
While other folk do
Just the opposite way!_"
"Look," said Little Indian to Too-Wit. "Aren't they cunning?"
"Hello, hullo, Too-woo!" cried Too-Wit.
Little Indian leaned over the bank and picked up the lily.
Shaggy Angoras and kittens white,
Big Tom Cats as black as night,
And nice old Tabby Cats drinking tea,
"_Will you come into my auto?"
Said the spider to the fly.
"There is room in my Web-tonneau
And I'll join you by and by._"
All The Jungle Folk were mad, every one was wild,
Everybody wore a scowl, not a creature smiled.
What was all this row about? Listen to what had
Happened in the Jungle to make them all so mad.
Mikey Monk had climbed a tree. Who was Mikey Monk?
Mikey was a monkey and full of life and spunk;
Also full of naughty tricks, I am sad to say,
That is why the Jungle Folks are so mad to-day.
Up a tree had Mikey climbed, clear up to the top,
Then he threw some cocoanuts, threw them down ker-flop.
Charlie Crocodile got mad, so did George Giraffe,
And they both grew angrier when they heard his laugh.
Harry Hippopotamus happened to come near;
Suddenly a cocoanut whistled by his ear.
He had hardly time to wink when another shot
Made him think he'd better not linger in that spot.
Tommy Tiger came along on his stealthy toes;
Suddenly a cocoa ball barely grazed his nose.
Oscar Ostrich sauntered by as a nut came down;
"Goodness, what was that?" he squawked, with an angry frown.
Harry Hippopotamus looked around and said,
"Don't you think there's something queer happening overhead?
It is rather difficult," he added, with a sigh,
"Finding out why cocoanuts are raining from the sky!
"Say, why don't you fellows ascertain the cause?
Where is a Policeman to enforce the laws?
Oscar Ostrich, won't you go--for you are so fleet--
See if you can run across a Copper on his beat?"
Sure enough, in half a wink back again he came
With a big Policeman, Eddie Elephant by name.
"What is this disturbance? Move along!" he said.
Suddenly his helmet tumbled off his head.
"Who did that?" he shouted, when another nut
Whistled by his ivories, hit him on the foot.
With his trunk he grabbed the tree, gave some mighty heaves,
My! what a commotion up amongst the leaves.
Then he butted all his might with his great big head.
"Break it up in kindling wood!" Tommy Tiger said.
Back and forth the tall tree swayed with a swishing sound,
Then a little scream was heard, something bumped to the ground.
Mikey Monk had lost his grip; on the ground he lay.
All the animals rushed in, pounced upon their prey.
"Break away!" the Copper said, "I arrest him now.
I will lock him up at once; we will show him how
"To obey the Jungle Laws. He won't sleep a wink
After he has been to Court. He'll have time to think
In the Jungle Jail how bad he has been to-day.
After he gets out again he won't disobey."
Over Tommy Tiger's head then he thrust his trunk;
By the ear he grabbed a hold of naughty Mikey Monk.
All the jungle populace joined in the parade.
Mikey Monk was crying--he was now afraid.
"Let me go!" he cried and sobbed, "and I'll promise you
Never more a naughty thing will I ever do."
But the big Policeman just kept straight ahead.
Did not even answer him; only shook his head.
At King Lion's Court at last stopped the big parade,
And before the King of Beasts Mikey was arrayed.
Very stern the Lion looked at the grave complaint,
Though of course he must have known Mikey was no saint.
When the Cop had finished Mikey held his breath,
He was all a-tremble; almost scared to death.
All the angry animals shouted, "Do not fail
To commit this Monkey to the Jungle Jail!"
"As you wish," King Lion answered with a roar.
Then they slipped the handcuffs over Mikey's paw
And Policeman Elephant took poor Mike away
To the Jungle Lockup, where he had to stay.
Till the Jungle Animals thought that just about
Punishment enough he'd had! then they let him go;
And no better monkey after this than he
In the Jolly Jungle ever climbed a tree
Little Boy Blue, where have you gone?
The cows are eating the tall green corn.
Drive them away or Farmer Lane
Will give you a beating with his cane.
"Good," said Bertie, "where's my bank?"
"_Last Saturday night a week ago
I went to the city to see a fine show.
And Sunday morning, just for a lark,
I chased a gray squirrel all over the Park!_"
"_Oh, how brave is Little Sir Cat!
We like the feather in his hat,
But more than that we like the way
He saved our Mother Bird to-day!_"
"I can't understand you. You had better go home and talk to Mrs.
Went a-sailing on the 'C.'_"
"Come out of your castle!"
_The little mouse in the pantry
And my little yellow canary
Runs away with a high silk hat._
As I was going up Murray Hill,
Murray Hill was dirty;
There I met a pretty Miss,
Very trim and perty.
"Little Miss, pretty Miss,
If I had a trillion
I would wed you, but, alas!
I only have a million!"
Dear Santa Claus, I hope that you
Will find it easy to get through
Our chimney, 'cause if you should stick
Up there where all the smoke is thick,
What would we do, and what would you,
For goodness sakes, what would you do?
So if you find it is not wise
Enough for you to safely slide
Down to our room without mistake,
The attic window you must take.
It's quite close to the chimney, too,
And big enough, I know, for you.
I'll creep up there the day before
And leave unlocked the attic door;
And if I can I'll open, too,
The window so you can get through
Without the leastest bit of fuss
With all the presents you've for us.
I don't see how you'll tell apart
Our stockings, so you'd better start
With mine; it's close up to the clock;
The next is father's silken sock;
The others all are just like mine,
'Cept Jimmy's--his is tied with twine.
I want a doll with violet eyes
Who, when you squeeze her, "Mamma!" cries;
And little baby carriage, too,
With pillows and a cover blue;
Some candy and a china set
Of teacups for my dolly pet.
Jim wants a ball, a mask and bat,
A soldier suit, a gun and hat,
Some candy and a picture book
For rainy days at which to look.
Mother says she'll write to you,
And father says that he will, too.
Now, please remember what I've said
About the attic overhead;
The window which I'll leave for you
Wide open so you can get through;
And whose each stocking is, and where,
When you come creeping down the stair,
Good-by, dear Santa Claus, I've wrote
All I can think of in this note.
"Hark!" the herald angels cry
Leaning from the starry sky,
"In a manger Christmas morn
Christ the baby King is born!"
Near Him stand the lowly kine,
O'er her little babe divine
Mother Mary bends her face
Full of wonder, tender grace.
Silent in humility.
In the humble wooden stall
Sleeps the baby King of all.
On the straw that warms His bed
Shines the halo 'round His head,
Like a little candle's light
Making all the stable bright.
Hark! the dewy Heavens ring
With the song the Angels sing,
"In a manger Christmas morn
Christ the baby King is born!"
"_Who wants to buy some nice fresh eggs
Laid by a hen with yellow legs,
Yellow legs and a bright red comb,
In a little round nest in my own dear home?_"
"_Oh, I'm the bird as you all have heard
Who fights for the U. S. A.
I love the stars on our beautiful flag
As I watch it wave from my lonely crag,
And I give a screech that is heard afar,
Three cheers for every silver star,
And the bands of red and white and blue,
And the soldier boys who are brave and true,
And the sailor lads on the deep wide sea,
Oh, the U. S. A. is the land for me!_"
_On another page of this jolly book,
If you just turn over the pages and look,
You'll find a story about Sir Cat
And the Cow that jumped over the Moon Man's Hat._
Dobbin has an iron shoe
On each of his feet, so you
Can see it's hard for him to go
Anything but very slow.
One little Boy Scout beating a tat-too;
A little comrade heard the call--then there were two.
Two little Boy Scouts climbing up a tree;
Along came another one--then there were three.
Three little Boy Scouts standing by the door;
Running out they met a Scout--then there were four.
Four little Boy Scouts in the water dive;
Another one swam up to them--then there were five.
Five little Boy Scouts doing lots of tricks;
Their captain called out, "Shoulder arms!"--then there were six.
Six little Boy Scouts looking up to heaven;
An airship brought another down--then there were seven.
Seven little Boy Scouts got to school quite late;
They found a scholar in the room--then there were eight.
Eight little Boy Scouts dressed up very fine;
They caught a little ragged one--then there were nine.
Nine little Boy Scouts chased a speckled hen;
They bumped into another Scout--then there were ten.
Ten little Boy Scouts yelling "Hip, hurrah!"
This is all there is to tell--these are all there are!
She wasn't at all, and Billy was wrong, and was acting very, very
The Princess Lil stood on the edge of the lake waiting for her
"You're late," she said, as she took her seat.
The princess made no reply, but sat gazing at the setting sun's
"_Gently the wind of the dewy night blows,
Over the quivering stream;
While children are sleeping, the fairies are peeping,
Singing to them a dream._
"_Over and over, from daisy and clover,
From all of the sweet flower throng,
The fairies are swinging and drowsily singing,
A sweet little hush-a-by song._"
Softly on his tippie-toe.
I don t think it's very nice
To catch the cunning little mice.
Mother smiled. "Who do you think?" she asked, cuddling her little
answered, "Let's go home right away and get them."
Her little brother left his toy warriors and ran to the window.
"_Come here to-night
When the moon is bright.
You'll hear a fine tune
When I jump o'er the moon._"
"Helloa, Muff. Have you spilt any snuff lately?"
Baker's man,
Bake me a doughnut
As fast as you can._
"What!" cried the Baker Man, in astonishment.
_We are the soldier birds of the air,
And we need no aeroplane,
For we can fly across the sky
In sunshine and in rain.
And if an enemy comes in view
With our bright sharp swords we'll cut him in two._
_Jack, be nimble!
Jack be quick!
Jack, jump over the candlestick!
Jack jumped when something
struck his wheel,
For his candlestick
was an automobile!_
Some might call Tommy naughty
Because he sleeps too long,
But when you're fast asleep, I'm sure
You can't be doing wrong.
Besides he's dreaming such good dreams
Of boys on time each day,
That never miss a day at school
Or straggle on the way.
_Little Bo Peep had lost her sheep,
And didn't know where to find them;
But she turned them all to automobiles,
And now she rides behind them._
If dreams were only real, just think
How happy I would be,
'Cause mostly all the heroes come
And have a talk with me
When I'm asleep; if only they
Would come when I'm awake,
I'd like to have my father give
Their famous hands a shake.
I know I'll think that last night's dream
Was best of all I've had,
For such a great, big gentleman
Called out to me, "My lad,
Remember that to fight is brave,
But braver yet to be
A defender of the weak ones,
To set the captives free,
To preserve your country's honor,
And strive all wrongs to right."
I liked him best of all the men
Who visit me at night.
His name is Abraham Lincoln,
The kindest of them all.
I only hope some other night
He'll make a longer call.
"Yes, indeed," replied Ruth, "just see the fun they are having."
"Yes, but only a very poor one; no turkey, no nuts and raisins."
"Yes, you may," Mother answered, and, touching the bell, she told
"Yes, Mother," answered Ruth with a smile, "some of my very own
Puss, come sit you on a chair
And I will brush your silken hair;
I'll so enhance its satin sheen
That of all cats you'll be the queen.
"May I help you carry your basket?" he asked politely.
"Oh, dear!" screamed Little Red Riding Hood.
"_Look out for the Big Gray Wolf, my dears.
He has long sharp teeth and pointed ears,
And he roams through the forest dark and dim.
Be careful you don't get caught by him!_"
"Look," whispered Little Sir Cat, "there's the wolf."
"What shall we do?" sobbed Little Red Riding Hood.
_A little dog doesn't tie a can
On the tip of his waggy tail,
And a tiny minnow in the brook
Swallow a great big whale._
belonged to Jimmy's new friends. This little dog's name was Flip.
When Nursie puts me in my tub
To make me clean and fit,
I wonder where the water goes
When I sit down on it.
"What is it, little girl?"
And the Sky-blue Rooster said to her:
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star!"
I took some eggs to market
All on a summer's day.
I couldn't get high prices,
So I threw them all away.
And then, my dears, how awful,
(Exactly as I feared)
The neighbors ran me out of town
Because I profiteered.
Then a big pumpkin rolled out through the door and turned into a
"Looking for a place to sleep."
But, oh, dear me! He had hardly pulled on his boots when the door
"Good morning!" said Little Sir Cat.
"Of course you shouldn't," he answered.
"Why, what do you know?" asked Cinderella.
And pretty soon--I'll tell you another story--unless--
_Tomorrow it rains dogs and cats
And ruins all the children's hats._
_I love her on a Monday
When hanging out the clothes,
And I'm gunning for the blackbird
That dares trespass on her nose._
And down the Forest's Emerald Strand
The animals in gay parade
March 'neath the big trees' leafy shade.
With horn and trumpet, rattlers loud,
Which Rattle Snake has lent the crowd,
They make a noise that would compare
With a tornado anywhere.
Our old friend Tommy Tiger grins,
As Mikey Monk some trick begins,
Says, "Don't you dare to make a fuss!"
Then Oscar Ostrich says "How do!"
As Buster Bear comes into view;
"I hope you have recovered quite--
Those Bumble Bees know how to bite!"
"Forget it!" Buster growls with pluck,
"I haven't yet paid Doctor Duck!"
But seeing then their Lion Lord,
They all bow down with one accord.
King Leo, with his tawny mane,
Is sauntering down the Forest Lane,
In all his majesty and pride
His Ladyship close by his side.
"It must be almost midnight now,"
Cries Mikey with a lowly bow;
"Will not your Royal Highness stay
And see the rockets glittering spray?"
The Roman Candles shoot forth stars,
The rockets circle Jupe and Mars,
When suddenly across the sky
A big black cloud goes drifting by.
It hides from view the silver moon,
The Jolly Junglers cease their tune;
A hush falls over leaf and root--
And then the Owl begins to hoot.
Twelve times he toots his horn--
"Let's go to bed before the morn,"
King Leo cries, "This awful din
Has made my noodle fairly spin!"
Go home to sleep at his command,
And all is quiet as a mouse
Within each Jolly Jungler's house.
Sitting very still on his log was Old Uncle Bullfrog. He was half
"Duckey Daddles, where have you been?" asked Mamma Duck.
The hill was fine for coasting,
The snow was well packed down,
And little Billy Brown,
And also pretty Winnie Green
And graceful Gertie Gray--
Now, please, my little readers,
Don't imagine what I say
Means really that these boys and girls
Were painted all this way;
If so, such colored children
Would be a bit too gay!
Their fathers' names were Mr. Black,
And, funny, too, it was Greenville
The name they called the town.
Well, just as I was saying,
The coasting was immense,
And after school the boys and girls
Were ready to commence.
The sleds were in a big, long row,
All tied together, too,
As Sammy Black lay down to steer
The merry-making crew.
He didn't seem to mind the wind
That o'er the snowdrifts blew,
That made his cheeks so bright and red,
His stubby nose so blue!
"Come on, you fellers; hurry up!
Quick, girls, get on your sled!
And push against the other ones,
I'm fixed to go ahead!"
The last sled little Billy Brown
Then pushed with all his might,
And down the hill the train of sleds
Began its snowy flight.
Such yells and cries! and "Hold on tight!
Don't drag your feet! Keep still!
Don't lean so far upon the right,
Or else we'll have a spill!"
Each face was beaming with delight,
Each voice was loud and shrill,
The train was going all its might
And nearly down the hill.
Just as they reached the bottom,
The front sled gave a swing,
And plump into a big snowdrift
They went like anything!
The Blacks were mixed up with the Whites,
A sort of coast kaleidoscope,
With sleds stuck in between.
And when they all were sorted out,
No easy thing to do,
They found that almost every boy
And girl was black and blue!
A frog he would a-wooing go
In a very stylish way,
So he bought a frogmobile, you know,
And the lady frog said "Yea!"
Is galloping off for Raspberry Cross.
When he gets there if he says "Please, Ma'am,"
A lady will give him some raspberry jam.
"Did it tickle?" inquired Little Sir Cat.
"_Nobody, nobody cares for me,
I feel as lonely as can be.
I'm a character in Mother Goose,
So I consider you've no excuse
Not to speak a word to me,
Piggie Porker, diddle dum dee._"
And maybe he will in the next story, unless--
_The big high church steeple
Falls down on the people._
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
Of his father's candy shop.
He held in his thumb, not a sugarplum.
But a licious lolly-pop!
How Mister Breeze Saved Marjorie's Easter Lily
"_Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?"
"Oh, now that I have a car," she said,
"It grows twice as fast, you know._"
Outside my window in the tree
The owl toots on his horn.
(It will be dark until the lark
Comes singing in the dawn.)
Above the sky one little star
Looks down with friendly eye.
(Thro' all the night it won't be light
Until the sun's on high.)
It seems so long to wait to play
I've 'most forgotten how.
I guess I'll go to sleep and dream
About the fairies now!
"You just wait," said Jack, "I'll work out some sort of a plan."
Goosey, goosey gander
Whither do you wander?
Of your winged motor car
Are you growing fonder?
"_Ding, dong bell,
Wasn't that a wonderful little bird?
Went the little drum,
As Little Sir Cat marched off to war
Beating the drum sticks o'er and o'er._
And pretty soon you will find another story--unless--
_The postman in the morning
Gives me a candy pill,
And the doctor sends me a valentine
Instead of a great big bill._
_I love her on Tuesday
As she irons smooth and clean
Her little dolly's dresses
With the tucks and frills between._
"This little girl ain't got no folks and no place to stay; so
she's been staying in a box with straw in it with me nights.
I've fetched her to be your valentine. She's hungry.
Mary led her down the hall.
Aunt Dorothy and Mary sat up late that night hastily making warm
"Oh, what fun!" cried Jamie. "I wonder what will happen next?"
"Hello, my little man!" cried a voice close at hand. Jamie looked
"How do you do, Sir!" answered Jamie.
"I wonder who he is?" thought Jamie.
disappeared.
In a few minutes, the camel, too, disappeared, and the wonderful
"_Cheer up, little comrade,
And beat your little drum,
For nothing now shall hurt you
Since I to you have come,
For I will bring you comfort,
So never, never fear.
Cheer up, little comrade,
For help is very near._"
"Don't cry, I'll help you find them," said Little Sir Cat.
Has found her sheep
And now she'll take care to mind them.
No more will they roam,
For she'll lead them home
Bringing their tails behind them._
_Unless you lose this pretty book
And cannot find it tho' you look
Inside the silver sugar bowl
And down the cellar in the coal._
"Suppose we make believe the old mirror is a portrait," she said.
"Oh, mother, darling!" screamed Madge, "where did it come from?"
Madge rushed over to the closet, but in her excitement found it
difficult to turn the key.
"What's it all about?" cried Billy.
"Just like a play," volunteered Billy, "with me as the hero!"
"With Madge as the author," said mother.
_I love her on a Wednesday
When she kneads the snowy dough,
For the dimples in her elbows
Make such a pretty show._
Of course, if it is a nice day, I go out to the park on my roller
Came down too soon,
And asked his way to Norwich.
In his crescent machine,
Made of cheese so green,
He drove off after his porridge._
"Why, Jamie," she cried, "are you playing for money?"
"No," replied Jamie, quite indignantly, "I'm playing for _you_."
"How lovely," answered Rosalie, "and how beautifully you play!"
When nursey bids me drink my milk
It gurgles down my throat
Just like the gurgle of the waves
Beneath a sailing boat.
Hip-hurrah! away they go
Gliding over the glittering snow,
Down the hill at a furious rate,
Over the lawn and out through the gate.
Jimmy in front is squeezed pretty tight,
But what does he care,--he's safe all right!
Billy, the motorman, guides the wheel
Which steers the sled on its runners of steel.
Flossie is cuddled up next to Bill,
And last on the sled is Sister Jill.
Hip-hurrah! as on they glide,
Isn't it lots of fun to slide?
Up again to the top of the hill
Dragging the sled for Motorman Bill.
Then once more they get into place,
All aboard! for another race.
What is more fun I'd like to know
Than coasting over the glittering snow.
_I love her on a Thursday
When she darns a gap that shows
In the sombre socks of Father
Or Brother's careless hose._
"_Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?"
As he doffed his hat
To the cockle-shells all in a row._
And pretty soon you will find another story--unless--
_The friendly clock upon the wall
Should strike out three times playing ball._
One morning Lily rushed into the house calling out:
Sure enough, just outside the garrison was a great crowd of gayly
_I love her on a Friday
When the house is upside down
And her golden hair is muffled
In a twisted turban brown._
"What is 'Annuity'?" asked Lily. "Is it Indian for birthday?"
_There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children
She didn't know what to do.
But she mounted the shoe
On a big motor car,
And now there is room
For them all without jar._
Went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down
And broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after._
"Mother, come see a cat with red top boots!"
Went up the hill
But, oh, dear me, I hate to tell
They spilt the water when they fell._
_The Sun tomorrow morning
Should go upon a strike,
And want a penny extra
To do his daily hike!_
There was an old sheep
With a bell on his tail.
It rang with a clatter
And clanged with a wail.
Whenever that poor little sheep
Hove in sight
The birds and the beasts
Disappeared in a fright.
When quite an old man, he was sitting in a field, plunged in deep
out-of-the-way places around the big barn and the farm buildings.
keepings."
"What shall I do?" said Ruth to herself. Just then an old lantern
successfully all efforts of capture.
Everybody loves Robin Redbreast. Who of us in early spring is not
When I'm in bed I feel so small,
And all the shadows seem so tall.
The little light out in the hall
A thin bright line throws on the wall;
It squeezes thro' the crack between
The half-closed door and nursery screen.
And after I have said my prayer
And mother's footstep on the stair
Grows fainter, fainter, fainter, there
Creeps over me a sort of scare;
It prickles me from toe to head
And seems to wiggle all the bed.
But if I cuddle down and keep
Real quiet, and don't kick my feet,
And have the clothes all smooth and neat,
Why, pretty soon I fall asleep;
And then the fairies from their glen
Play with me till it's day again.
_Lady Bug, Lady Bug, fly away home;
Your house is on fire, your children are gone!_
"Oh, save my children!" she cried.
Little Sir Cat scrambled under the thicket but the brambles kept
"Hurry, my brave fireman!" called the Mother Lady Bug; "save my
treasures."
_A giant goes down the street for a stroll,
And thinks a peppermint stick is a barber's pole._
There was an old woman lived under a hill
On auto'bile wheels that wouldn't stand still.
So she drove around selling her cranberry pies,--
And she's the old woman who never told lies.
frightened them back.
Is looking about the quiet house.
The little mouse wouldn't get any cake.
Looking back through history every boy as he gazes on the face of
Let us make believe we are in Nice during Carnival time and are
The "Cours" is gay with suspended banners, bright with festooned
balconies and merry faces. Sidewalks and streets are filled with
Next behind the car moves in military order a regiment of mounted
Mother Hubbard finds Little Sir Cat at Home
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor dog a bone,
But when she got there
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none._"
"_I have a little husband
No bigger than my thumb,
So I put him in a bird cage
And keep him safe at home._"
And pretty soon I'll tell you another story unless
_The Big Red Barn gets frisky
And jumps across the road,
And the buzzy, wuzzy horsefly
Eats up the little toad._
Said the great big Turkey Gobbler
To the little Turkey Turk,
"I guess I'll stay at home today
And not go down to work;
"I have a sort of feeling
That it's wiser not to roam
And that it would be safer
For me to stay at home."
_I love her on a Saturday
Together to a matinee
Or moving picture show._
On Bucephalus and at the head of his army of 40,000 foot soldiers
Little Sir Cat Meets Tom, the Piper's Son
Sat in his father's shop.
In his thumb he held a plum
And a lollypop._
lollypop."
"_Tom, Tom, the Piper's Son,
Stole a pig and away he run,_"
screamed a green poll parrot from her cage.
"Piggie what?" asked Tom, scratching his head.
_But just the same, dear children,
Remember to obey,
For you might be unlucky
And lose your homeward way._
God grant that I the new year through
May strive with heart and soul to do
Those things which are most good and true.
God grant that I each morning start
My duties with a cheerful heart,
And faithfully perform my part.
To wear a smile all through the day,
To banish thoughts unkind away;
And when my bedtime comes, to pray.
To say my prayers with folded hands
As night comes softly o'er the lands,
To Him, who always understands.
And when the bells on New Year's dawn
Proclaim the bright New Year is born,
And I awake on New Year's morn,
I pray Him whisper, low and sweet,
To help me guide my wayward feet,
Lest I forget my prayer to meet.
There was an old woman
Lived under the hill,
And if she's not married
She's living there still.
"_Glory to God in the highest, and on earth
Peace, good will toward men._"
"Plant old black Nig. I wouldn't wonder if she came up sort of
kittenish!"
Come blow your horn,
Your cows are eating
Farmer Green's corn,_"
"_Old Mother Hubbard never goes to the cupboard
To get me a bone any more;
For she has an excuse, so what is the use?
She remembers what happened before.
So now we both go to a nice movie show,
And then to a restaurant fine,
Where we order a stew of giblets for two,
And the orchestra plays while we dine._"
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
He made a car of the pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well.
Suppose we "go a-Maying" among old traditions and see with what
Once upon a time every village had its annual setting up of the
villagers the choice of a suitable tree on their domains. A tall,
The leader of the chimney-sweeps, called "Jack in the Green," was
A big Black Spider was spinning away,
Spinning her lacey web all day;
And when she had finished it, close to the wall
She curled herself up in a round black ball.
Lazily buzzing, buzzing away,
A little Blue Fly was buzzing all day.
Into the open window he flew
And close to the Spider's web he drew.
"Oh, what a pretty piece of lace
Swinging away in the window space!"
The little Blue Fly remarked to himself,
As he carefully crawled on the narrow shelf.
Then he brushed the dirt from his gauzy wing
And watched the spider web swing and swing.
Now this little Fly was a mischievous Fly,
And there wasn't a bit of green in his eye!
So, as he watched it swing and swing,
He thought 'twould be fun to cut the string.
Then Mrs. Spider's hammock would fall
Down with a somersault off the wall.
Creeping up to her hiding place,
He gave a pull on the flimsy lace.
Down one end of the hammock fell,
While the Big Black Spider gave a yell.
Out thro' the window the little Fly flew;
'Twas safer out there for him, he knew.
And he said, as he winked his little blue eye:
"Good-by, Mrs. Spider; good-by, good-by!"
I hate to go to bed at night,
Or get up when again it's light--
It's funny that I love to do
'Most anything between these two.
Bennie's Easter Dream
"Come along!" he said. "I'm going to give you a ride on my back."
In a few minutes Bennie had on his clothes and tiptoeing down the
_Cock-a-doodle doo!
You've got my egg of blue;
My yellow one, my purple one,
My little green one, too!_
_I love her on a Sunday,
As she goes to church with me,
With her little gilt-edged Bible
Held close and reverently._
"_Little fishy in the brook,
Papa catch him with a hook,
Mamma fry him in the pan,
Johnny eat him like a man,_"
"_If that's the case," replied the fish,
Giving his tail a shimmery swish,
"I'll go right home to Mrs. Trout
And tell her it's safe for her to go out._"
"Oh, just traveling," he answered. "What have you been doing?"
"_You remember the tramp all tattered and torn?
Well, he made lots of money in cotton and corn.
So he bought me an automobile and a ring,
And the minister married us both in the spring,_"
"_Please go 'way, don't bother me,
For I'm as busy as can be._"
_That little Black Spider
Puts salt in her cider._
I've been waiting at the door
Yesterday he left the house
To go a-hunting for a mouse.
happiest boy on earth, he thought, when they started out on their
hungry--supper.
It was a fierce struggle, for the Indians outnumbered our brave
"_Please, Mister Cat, go ring the bell,
I'm sure it won't be wrong.
Perhaps my Mary will come out,
I've waited here so long,_"
said Mary's Little Lamb.
_Dear children, never be unkind
To small four-footed things.
Nor pull a poor fly's wings._
_And never tease your little dog,
With unkind act or word,
And never throw a cruel stone
At any little bird._
I often think when Winter comes
How cold must be the trees;
More than in the Summer Time
They need their coats of leaves.
In your golden jail,
On your trapeze balancing
With your yellow tail,
Don't you wish that you could fly
Through the window pane
Singing in the lane?
Where the apple trees in bloom
Drop their petals white,
So you almost think it has
Snowed 'most all the night?
Would you love to see the nest
Mrs. Robin's made,
And the eggs of china blue
Which she just has laid?
Don't you want to leave your cage?
See, the door is wide
Open and the window, too--
You can fly outside.
_See the turkey gobbler run.
Guess he doesn't call it fun.
Don't you hope he gets away
_Up and down the page he goes
On his long, thin pointed toes.
Now and then he gives a squawk--
That's the way a Turkey talks!_
Jack and Grace were in the nursery playing with their toys, when
"Isn't it lovely, Jack!" exclaimed Grace. "I'm so glad I came!"
"Nowhere!" she answered.
"Don't you know where Nowhere is?"
beautiful blue dress, she laughed and said:
"Oh, dolly, I guess it was you I dreamed was the beautiful Blue
_There was an Old Woman who lived in a shoe,
And it was a pity she didn't have two.
It was crowded so tight from the heel to the toe
The children were packed like sardines in a row._
"What are you doing here?" they asked, all in one voice.
"Bumpty bump!" replied the little bear.
Then all the little dwarfs looked frightened to death, and they
whispered together and tried to hide the bags of gold under the
And that's how Little Sir Cat found his fortune.