Volume I Part 13 (2/2)

Said the hen, ”Cut-dah cut!

I have laid an egg For the Baby's breakfast-- Take it now, I beg!”

And the buzzing bee said, ”Here is honey sweet.

Don't you think the Baby Would like that to eat?”

Then the baker kindly Brought the Baby's bread.

”Breakfast is all ready,”

Baby's mother said;

”But before the Baby Eats his dainty food, Will he not say 'Thank you!'

To his friends so good?”

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 s.h.i.+ning up there; O mother, she looks Like a lamp in the air.

Last week she was smaller, And shaped like a bow; But now she's grown bigger, And round as an O.

Pretty moon, pretty moon, How you s.h.i.+ne on the door, And make it all bright On my nursery floor!

You s.h.i.+ne on my playthings, And show me their place, And I love to look up At your pretty bright face.

And there is a star Close by you, and maybe That small twinkling star Is your little baby.

Eliza Lee Fallen [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 c.o.c.k, and here sits the hen; Here sit the chickens, and here they go in, 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.

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