  Mary had a pretty bird, Feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs; upon my word, He was a pretty fellow. The sweetest notes he always sang, Which much delighted Mary; And near the cage she'd often sit, To hear her own Canary. Decorative Image Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home, Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone: All but one whose name is Ann, And she crept under the pudding-pan. Decorative Image There was a little nobby colt, His name was Nobby Gray; His head was made of pouce straw, His tail was made of hay. He could ramble, he could trot, He could carry a mustard-pot Round the town of Woodstock, Hey, Jenny, hey! Decorative Image The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the robin do then, Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing! Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full: One for my master, One for my dame, And one for the little boy Who lives in the lane. Decorative Image Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, Where have you been? I've been to London To look at the Queen Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, What did you there? I frightened a little mouse Under her chair. Decorative Image Six little mice sat down to spin. Pussy passed by, and she peeped in. "What are you at, my little men?" "Making coats for gentlemen." "Shall I come in and bite off your threads?" "No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll snip off our heads." "Oh, no, I'll not, I'll help you to spin." "That may be so, but you don't come in!" Decorative Image Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, Up went pussy-cat, and down went he; Down came pussy-cat, and away Robin ran; Said little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can." Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall, Pussy-cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall; Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did pussy say? Pussy-cat said naught but "Mew," and Robin flew away. Decorative Image Cushy, cow bonny, let down thy milk, And I will give thee a gown of silk: A gown of silk and a silver tee, If thou wilt let down thy milk to me. Decorative Image Betty Pringle had a little pig, Not very little and not very big, When he was alive he lived in clover, But now he's dead, and that's all over. So Billy Pringle he lay down and cried, And Betty Pringle she lay down and died; So there was an end of one, two, and three: Billy Pringle he, Betty Pringle she, And the piggy wiggee. Decorative Image Come hither, sweet Robin, And be not afraid, I would not hurt even a feather; Come hither, sweet Robin, And pick up some bread, To feed you this very cold weather. I don't mean to frighten you, Poor little thing, And pussy-cat is not behind me; So hop about pretty, And drop down your wing, And pick up some crumbs, and don't mind me. Decorative Image Baby's BreakfastBaby wants his breakfast, Oh! what shall I do? Said the cow, "I'll give him Nice fresh milk—moo-oo!" 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. Decorative Image |
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