Baby, O baby, fain you are for bed,
Magpie to mopoke busy as the bee;
Pussy-cat sits by the fire;
How should she be fair?
Animal crackers and cocoa to drink, That is the finest of suppers I think;
"Young sir," 'E sez . . . Like that . . . It made me feel
Romantic like, as if me dream was reel.
Long before the Mammoth died in the ice and snow,
Master Brocky made his earth snug and warm below.
OH, what shall my blue eyes go see?
Shall it be pretty Quack-Quack to-day?
JANE.
Miss Lydia every day is drest
We are saddling Don and Laddie,
Mid laughter, and fun and noise
OH, sweet Miss Molly,
You're so fond
SO high–so high on the wall we run,
The nearer the sky–why, the nearer the sun,
ON these white cliffs, that calm above the flood
Rear their o'er-shadowing heads, and at their feet
In Baltimore there lived a boy.
He wasn't anybody's joy.
Spring breezes over the blue,
now lightly frolicking in some tropic bay,
Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs,
Standing at a tub,
"ARE you going next week to see Phillis and Phoebe?
Phillis on Monday will be just fourteen.
ONCE more this Autumn-earth is ripe,
Parturient of another type.
WILLY said to his sister,
"Please may I go with you?"
A little yellow Bird above,
A little yellow Flower below;
Lightly they hold him and lightly they sway him--
Soft as a pillow are somebody's arms.
WITH Roses–red Roses,
We'll pelt her with Roses,
OH, dear, how will it end?
Peggy and Susie how naughty you are.
OH, Susan Blue,
How do you do?
The rainbow comes across the hill,
It shines upon the sky, until
High on the hills, where the tall trees grow,
There lives an axeman that I know.
IN my little Green House, quite content am I,
When the hot sun pours down from the sky;
There was a little comet who lived near the Milky Way!
She loved to wander out at night and jump about and play.
There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark,
Above the tossing of the pines, above the river's flow;
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
Just arrived…….. a baby girl. All the house
is in a whirl. You wouldn’t think a scrap
The fox lay still by the birch-tree's root
In the heather.
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