The Yak

 The Yak
by Hilaire Belloc

As a friend to the children commend me the Yak.
You will find it exactly the thing:
It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back,
Or lead it about with a string.

The Tartar who dwells on the plains of Thibet
(A desolate region of snow)
Has for centuries made it a nursery pet,
And surely the Tartar should know!

Then tell your papa where the Yak can be got,
And if he is awfully rich
He will buy you the creature - or else he will not.
(I cannot be positive which.)

The Frog

 The Frog
by Hilaire Belloc

Be kind and tender to the Frog,
And do not call him names,
As "Slimy-skin," or "Pollywog,"
Or likewise "Uncle James,"
Or "Gape'a'grin," or "Toad'gone'wrong,"
Or "Billy -Bandy Knees":
The frog is justly sensitive
To epithets like these.
No animal will more repay
A treatment kind and fair,
At least so lonely people say
Who keep a frog (and by the way,
They are extremely rare) .

Squid

 Squid

The ''Squid'' is just a cuttlefish. Ten arms that squirm and fuss
Instead of eight make him a squid and not an octopus.
To hide himself from enemies, he turns the water black
By giving forth an ink stain out of a special sac.
'Tis said that ancient mariners in their simplicity
Mistook this squirming creature for a ''Serpent of the Sea.''
His tail was taken for a head, his inky track for smoke;
So those ''sea serpent'' tales were not entirely a joke.

Danny Duck

 Danny Duck

Danny Duck, the dandy duck
Went walking down the lane.
Then Danny Duck got tired, so
He walked right home again.

Brenda's Easter Visit

        ''Her name is Brenda,'' said daddy, ''and when I saw her yesterday she told me that every year at Easter time she went to the head nurse of the big hospital and found out the names of all the children. Then she went shopping, and it took her a long time to pick out things for little sick children. She picked out for each child a big round chocolate egg which rattled, for inside it there were little sugar candies; also a chocolate chicken and a chocolate bunny. She always picked out ones that had lots of expression too. Around the egg she tied a big red ribbon, around the chocolate chicken's neck she tied a bright green ribbon, around the bunny's neck she tied a bright purple ribbon. Then she put them in a little box and wrote on the box the child's name.

       ''Last year Brenda went to the hospital the day before Easter. It was far from being a pleasant day. There was a cold wind in the air and no sun.

       ''She arrived at the hospital just as all the little children had had their wounds dressed. They were lying in their little white cots trying to keep back the tears that wanted to come.

       ''Brenda asked the nurse if she could go inside with the gifts.

        The child's name in the first cot,' continued the nurse very softly, is Elsa. She has hurt her back, and no one knows how long she will have to lie there.'

       '' 'Elsa,' said Brenda, 'happy Easter. A little chocolate bunny, a little chocolate chicken and a big chocolate egg all said they wanted to wish you a happy Easter.'

       ''Elsa opened her half shut eyes and clutched the box. She opened it eagerly. There they all were! And the chocolate bunny did have the funniest expression! He would have made any one laugh, and his purple ribbon bow was sticking way up on one side with such a saucy expression. Elsa burst out laughing. Afterward the nurse told Brenda it was the first time she's seen Elsa laugh since she'd been brought to the hospital.

       ''Then Brenda took the rest of her boxes around to all the other little sick children. And such happiness as there was in the ward!''

A Wag or Two More for You

 A Wag or Two More for You

The world is glad to-day--
All of the world --let's play!

Along the juicy grass
The good smells pass.

The little leaves all make
New noises as they shake
And twinkle in the sun.
Smooth shadows slide and run.

The buzzing bugs whiz by;
The trees play with the sky;
Oh, you, let's run!
Let's scratch and sniff and dig
Where holes are dark and big!
Come, come let's run!
Oh, Boy, what fun!

That's how I feel to-day.
Oh, Children mine, come play!

Your Dog Friend

Winter Trees

        ''All the winter things,'' said daddy, ''such as the cold Winds, the Snow and the Ice told the Pine Trees and the Fir Treesand the Spruce Trees how much they liked them.

       ''I will tell you a secret,'' said the Pine Tree.

       '' 'Yes,'' said the Snow, as it nestled closer to the branches of the big tree.

       ''Years and years and years ago, I talked to my family about dropping off in the Winter-time. We never got any further than talking about it, for just as I had said, ''Well, and what do you think of the scheme?'' some of the Snow Flakes came and rested on our branches.

       '' 'Oh,'' they said, ''you're so much nicer than the branches without any leaves. There we have to fill up the corners, but with you we can nestle down.''

       '' 'The North Wind told us,' continued the Pine Tree, 'that it was such a joy to have a good strong tree around that wouldn't feel hurt if he played about and had a good time. And so we discovered how much the North Wind liked us.

       '' 'Then,' said the Pine Tree, 'we heard the Grown-Ups. They said what a comfort it was to have some green trees in the Winter and they said how horrible it would be if every tree were quite bare and ugly. And then came the Children. They walked through the woods one snowy day and they stopped to look up at us. 'Ah, how tall those trees are. And how warm it is in these woods. Our favorite trees are the Winter Trees - the Spruce Trees, the Fir Trees, the Pine Trees.''

       '' 'Now do you understand how we have to be as fine looking in the Winter as in the Spring?' And the Snow understood.''

Appetites

Appetites by John Martin

Appetites are ready;
Paws and whiskers clean.
Frocks and panties tidy,
As is plainly seen.
Cricket is a-chirping,
Silver is the moon.
Very, very hungry,
Muff and Fluffy Coon.

Supper's nearly ready;
We are ready, too.
Smell the most delicious
Most delightful stew.
Hear the tinkle, tinkle
Of the stirring spoon.
Just a bit impatient--
Muff and Fluffy Coon.

Now look at the picture,
See if you don't see
Two wee tots as hungry
As wee tots can be.
Keep on looking closely;
Very, very soon
You will see a happy
Muff and Fluffy Coon.

A Knight

 

A Knight

I know a jolly little lad.
He is a "Gallant Knight"
He goes ahead and does his best
in what he knows is right.

Otto The Otter

Otto The Otter's Favorite Story

      Otto the otter was born in a hole in the riverbank. It was not just any kind of hole that happened to be there, but a fine made-on-purpose hole that Father and Mother Otter had dug themselves. It was high enough above the water so that it was warm and dry, but the doorway was at the end of a long tunnel and opened right into the river.
       That underwater doorway worried Otto. How could he get out of an underwater doorway unless he knew how to swim? But how could he learn to swim if he stayed home? Whenever he asked his mother about it, she said, "Wait and see." But one day she said something different. She said, "You're old enough now to find out. Climb on my back, and whatever happens, don't let go."
       Otto climbed on his mother's back, and off she went down the tunnel. She went so fast that Otto didn't have time to think. One minute he was in the tunnel and the next he was in the water. And the next he was out of the water and up on top of the riverbank.
       There was a warm brightness roundabout that made him feel good. "That is sunshine," explained his mother. Young Otto liked sunshine, but what he really wanted was to learn to swim, and he said so.
       "Wait a bit," said his mother. "Watch your father and me till you see how it's done. You weren't born knowing how to swim, even if you were born wanting to know."
       Father Otter came just then and began playing with his son. Otto thought that was great fun and never guessed that Father was testing the baby muscles to see if they were strong and healthy.
       "Now watch me," said Father, "and you'll see some fun."
       He went over to a place on the bank that was as slick as wet fish. It was slick because Father and Mother had been sliding on it with their slick wet bodies. He tucked his front feet beneath his tummy, gave a push with his hind feet, and -- whee-ee -- down the slippery slick slide he went lickety-cut.
       He was back up on the bank again in no time. Then it was Mother Otter's turn. She tucked her front feet beneath her tummy, gave a push with her hind feet, and -- whee-ee -- down the slippery slick slide she went lickety-cut.
       Otto thought that looked like even more fun than swimming. He edged closer and closer to the slide so that he could see exactly how it was done. He got closer and closer - and he put just one foot on one corner of that slippery slick slide, just to see how it felt. And then --whoosh! His feet shot out from under him and he turned a flip-flop in the air and came down on the slickest part of that slippery slick slide. Down he went into the water --kersplash! 

       Quick as a flash Mother Otter was beside him, no, beneath him. She came up under him and had him safe on her back before he could say gulp.

       When she was sure he was all right, she said, "Now that you're in the water, you might as well learn to swim. Kick your feet now. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. That's it. I'll be right here to hold you up."

       Little Otto struck out bravely. One, two, three, four. He wasn't the least bit afraid, because he was sure that his mother was holding him up. But clever Mrs. Otter had other plans. She kept sinking lower and lower into the water. Soon she wasn't holding him up at all. He was really swimming by himself, and he didn't know it!

       At last Mother Otter turned quickly and came up to the surface beside Otto. He was so surprised to see her that he almost stopped swimming.

       "Keep kicking," cautioned his mother. "One, two, three, four."

       She sounded so encouraging that Otto began kicking with all his might, his feet churning the water like four little paddles.

       Just then Father Otter came along.

       "Look, Father, I'm swimming all by myself," Otto cried. I'm going to go swimming every day of my life."

        And so he did. He became one of the best swimmers on the river, and one of the best fishermen, too. 

 A river otter named Buddy is rescued.

Read More About Otters:

• One Otterly Adorable Character
• Get to know the keepers of the kelp forests
• Second Chances: Tilly the river otter
• Sea otter gets adopted... 

The Baker's Shop

The Baker's Shop

A Hippity hippity hop! Heigh-ho!
Away to the baker's shop we go!
The baker makes buns;
They are two for a penny.
If you haven't the money,
You cannot get any.
A hippity hippity hop!

A Lullaby

 A Lullaby by Frank Dempster Sherman

Slumber, slumber, little one, now
The bird is asleep in his nest on the bough;
The bird is asleep, he has folded his wings,
And over him softly the dream-fairy sings:
Lullaby, lullaby-lullaby!
Pearls in the deep-
Stars in the sky,
Dreams in our sleep;
So lullaby!

Slumber, slumber, little one, soon
The fairy will come in the ship of the moon:
The fairy will come with the pearls and the stars,
And dreams will come singing through shad-
owy bars:
Lullaby, lullaby-lullaby!
Pearls in the deep-
Stars in the sky,
Dreams in our sleep;
So lullaby!

Slumber, slumber, little one, so;
The stars are the pearls that the dream-fairies
know,
The stars are the pearls, and the bird in the
nest, 
A dear little fellow the fairies love best:
Lullaby, lullaby-lullaby!
Pearls in the deep-
Stars in the sky,
Dreams in our sleep;
So lullaby!