Part 4 (2/2)

Pat it, and p.r.i.c.k it, and mark it with T, And then it will serve for Tommy and me.

CLAP YOUR HANDS

Baby, Baby, clap your hands!

Where London's built, there London stands.

And there's a bed in London Town, On which my Baby shall lie down.

THE BIRD'S NEST

_A Froebel Finger Play_

Here upon the leaves at rest A little bird has built her nest.

Two tiny eggs within she's laid, And many days beside them stayed.

Now she's happy; listen well!

Two baby birds break through the sh.e.l.l.

Don't you hear them? ”Peep! peep! peep!

We love you, mother. Cheep! cheep! cheep!”

TWO LITTLE BLACKBIRDS

There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill, (_Little pieces of paper perched on forefingers._) One named Jack, the other named Jill.

Fly away, Jack; fly away, Jill.

(_Fingers soar gently in the air._) Come again, Jack; come again, Jill.

(_Fingers fly back._)

MASTER SMITH

Is Master Smith within? Yes, that he is.

Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two.

Here a nail, and there a nail, Tick--tack--too.

LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST

Little Robin Redbreast Sat upon a rail, (_Right hand extended in shape of a bird is poised on extended forefinger of left hand._) Niddle noddle went his head, And waggle went his tail.

(_Little finger of right hand waggles from side to side._)

GREETING

Good little Mother, How do you do?

Dear strong ”Daddy,”

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