Just as the moon was fading
Amid her misty rings,
Nests are wonderful things . . .
The rook's high house that swings
WHEN we went out with Grandmamma–
Mamma said for a treat–
YOU very fine Miss Molly,
What will the daisies say,
THE Butterfly, an idle thing,
Nor honey makes, nor yet can sing,
Look! said the hedge-sparrow, 'isn't he fine?
Nobody else has a child like mine!
ONE–two, is one to you;
One–two–three, is one to me.
CECILY PARSLEY
lived in a pen,
THEY saw it rise in the morning,
They saw it set at night,
Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop!
Here comes the butcher to bring us a chop
WHEN twilight's grey and pensive hour
Brings the low breeze, and shuts the flower,
I shan’t tell you what’s his name:
When we want to play a game,
I know a wonderful land, I said,
Where the skies are always blue,
RING-A-RING of little boys.
Ring-a-ring of girls;
IN September, when the apples were red, To Belinda I said,
Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
‘The Animals Noah Forgot’ A. B. 'Banjo' Paterson
A wonderful look at some of the strange, wonderful animals in Australia - images a
David and his three captains bold
Kept ambush once within a hold.
I can pass up the lure of a jewel to wear
With never the trace of a sigh,
Beautiful landscape! I could look on thee
For hours,--unmindful of the storm and strife,
Bow, wow, wow!
Whose dog art thou?
Part I
A lonely Boy, far venturing from his home,
Come, let us sing with a right good ring
(Sing hey for lifting lay, sing hey!)
Mr Jeremiah Jeffers
Owned a pair of spotted heifers
OH, if you were a little boy,
And I was a little girl–
We plotted a course for the Land of Blue Horse,
Due west 'cross the Peppermint Sea.
I AM a very little girl, I think that I've turned two;
Come calf now to mother,
Come lamb that I choose,
There's a rustle in the woodlands,
and a sighing in the breeze,
Man lives alone; star-like, each soul
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