Hi-diddle Ho-diddle


HI-DIDDLE, HO-DIDDLE,

Pop-diddle-dee,

This Earth of ours, on which we live,

Is round as it can be.

Pray, then, what is a

Mountain, valley, hill?

They are but like little warts,

And pores, on orange-peel.



Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,

Pop-diddle-dee,--

Our Earth is swinging in the air,

As you can plainly see;--


Pray, then, what keeps it

Hanging up in space?

The Sun, my child, attracts the Earth

And holds it in its place.



Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,

Pop-diddle-dee,

A lovely Moon is shining for

This Earth of ours, you see,--

Held in its cradle

Ever since its birth,

Because our globe attracted it,

As the Sun attracts the Earth.



Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,

Pop-diddle-dee,

What I mean by globe, child,

You're wondering now, I see.

A globe or a ball, dear,

Is what is round and true,

And that is why I'm calling it,

This Earth, a globe, to you.



Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,

Pop-diddle-dee,

Instead of globe I might have said

A sphere for you and me;

For all the same, in truth,

Are sphere and globe and ball,

And hemi's half so half this Earth,

A hemisphere, we call.



Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,

Pop-diddle-dee,

'T was once supposed the Earth stood still,

While Sun went round it, free;--

But now we've learned it well,

That 't is the Earth doth turn

Upon its Axis, as it's called;

And also round the Sun.







Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,

Pop-diddle-dee,

Our Earth in turning round,

How long may she be?

She turns on her axis

In a day, and a night,

But to go around the Sun

Takes a year for the flight.



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