Little Miss Crewe Has lost her shoe, And can't tell where to find it. Move out the chest, And cease the quest, For doggy ...

"Down the path and up the lane, And through the neighbor's gate, Oh people going out to dine Should never start too lat...

Sing, sing! what shall we sing? The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string...

"Cock-a-doodle-doo! My Dame has lost her shoe, Master broke his fiddling-stick And don't know what to do."

Days of the week... Sunday, sixpence in the plate; Monday, makes the scholars late; Tuesday, work is well begun; Wednesday, ...

The Popular Poplar Tree. by Blanche Willis Howard.  When the great wind sets things whirling  And rattles the window-panes, ...

Shoe Play. Five frisky ponies waiting at the gate. Shoe them, saddle them, and ride off in state. One pony for my little man; ...

Finish your meal, then softly steal, To see my fine lady try her new wheel. She bumps on both elbows, A scratch on her nose; B...

A little boy  named Johnny Had a donkey he called Ned, Who when e'er he tried to ride him Always threw him o'e...

The Giraffe Friend. They were happy and did laugh When their friend, the big G'raffe, Said, "I'll take you to the...

Bow-wow, little dog, have you any name? Yes sir, two, but they don't mean the same, One from my master, he calls me "Champ,...

Bargains for Scholars. A funny little man kept an alphabet shop, And out from his counter, hippity hop, He danced until he was...