Part 16 (2/2)

PUMP AND PLANET.

With a hop, skip, and jump, We went to the pump, To fill our kettles with starch.

He gave us good day In the pleasantest way, With a smile that was winning and arch.

”Oh, Pump,” said I, ”When you look up on high To flirt with the morning star, Does it make you sad, Oh! Pumpy, my lad, To think she's away so far?”

Said the Pump, ”Oh no!

For we've settled it so That but little my feelings are tried.

For every clear night She slides down the moonlight, And s.h.i.+nes in the trough at my side.”

THE POSTMAN.

Hey! the little postman, And his little dog.

Here he comes a-hopping Like a little frog; Bringing me a letter, Bringing me a note, In the little pocket Of his little coat.

Hey! the little postman, And his little bag, Here he comes a-trotting Like a little nag; Bringing me a paper, Bringing me a bill, From the little grocer On the little hill.

Hey! the little postman, And his little hat, Here he comes a-creeping Like a little cat.

What is that he's saying?

”Naught for you to-day!”

Horrid little postman!

I wish you'd go away!

HOPSY UPSY.

Hopsy upsy, Baby oh!

Into your bath you now must go; Splash and dash, and paddle and plash, That's what you like, my Baby oh!

Where is the sponge for Baby oh?

See the silvery fountains flow,-- Diamond drops so bright and clear, Falling all over my Baby dear.

Now for the soap, my Baby oh!

Watch the bubbles that come and go; Rainbow isles in a sea of foam, Reflecting your smiles, they go and come.

Here is the towel for Baby oh!

Cannot stay in all day, you know; Now scrub and rub, and rub and scrub, And so good-by to the beautiful tub.

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