The Cradle That Walked On Two Feet

THE CRADLE THAT 

WALKED ON TWO FEET

The Japanese sister jumps rope all the

day,

And skips 'round the yard in her Japa-

nese play.

While tied on her back is her brother,

dear me!

His head is as wobbly as wobbly can be!

Little Miss Crewe...

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 

and she

are 

behind it.

Down the path...

"Down the path and up the lane,

And through the neighbor's gate,

Oh people going out to dine

Should never start too late..."

The pudding-bag string...

Sing, sing! what shall we sing?

The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string...

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

"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...

Days of the week...

Sunday, sixpence in the plate;

Monday, makes the scholars late;

Tuesday, work is well begun;

Wednesday, leaves the lazy one;

Thursday, full as full can be;

Friday, friends come in for tea;

Saturday, the kitchen clean;-

Sunday comes for rest between!

The Popular Poplar Tree.

The Popular Poplar Tree.

by Blanche Willis Howard. 

When the great wind sets things whirling 

And rattles the window-panes,

And blows the dust in giants

And dragons tossing their manes;

When the willows have waves like water,

And the children are shouting with glee;

When the pines are alive and the larches,

Then hurrah for you and me,

In the tip o' the top o' the top o' the tip of

the popular poplar tree!

Don't talk about Jack and the Beanstalk

He did not climb half so high!

And Alice in all her travels

Was never so near the sky!

Only the swallow, a-skimming

The storm-cloud over the lea,

Knows how it feels to be flying-

When the gust come strong and free-

In the tip o' the top o' the top o' the tip of

the popular poplar tree!

Shoe Play

Shoe Play.

Five frisky ponies waiting at the gate.

Shoe them, saddle them, and ride off in state.

One pony for my little man;

Two ponies make a span;

Three ponies in a row;

Four ponies ready to go;

Five ponies, glossy and bright

Up street.-down street,

And home again at night.

Finish your meal...

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;

But she doesn't care

If her wheel only goes.

A little boy named Johnny...

A little boy 

named Johnny

Had a donkey

he called Ned,

Who when e'er he

tried to ride him

Always threw

him o'er his 

head.

The Giraffe Friend

The Giraffe Friend.

They were happy and did laugh

When their friend, the big G'raffe,

Said, "I'll take you to the City,

in a tandem."

But their joy was turned to grief

When their charger bit a leaf,

Never thinking how his sudden stop

would land 'em.

Bow-wow, little dog...

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,"

An one from the neighbors, the call me "Scamp."

by Dorothy G. Rice.