The Jack-horse
We will ride our Jack-horse
All the meadows across;
Oh no, do not whip him,
But feed him, my dear!
A handful of grass
In his mouth as we pass,
Will make him trot gaily,
And give us good cheer!
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The Broken Pitcher
"Sweet, my love, I'm sorry That you did not tell, When you broke the pitcher Coming from the well." "Oh, I thought you'd whip me, Just as Betty did; Then when she would ask me, I would tell a fib." "Sweet, my chi... The Busy Bees
Why do the little busy bees So dearly love their queen, And wait upon and pay respect, With watchful care and mien? Because the queen lays all the eggs, And mothers all the young, While every father-bee that's hatched ... The Butter-tree
And, funny enough, There's a Butter-tree, too; Its seeds, when boiled down, Will make butter for you. In India and Africa The Butter-tree grows, With coffee and spices, As every one knows. ... The Camels
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Old Time has built a Railroad, On which you children speed To a land of light and plenty, Or a land of darksome need; And soon you'll come to a meadow, Where two tracks mark the way, But they'll run close up alongside F... The Clamberers
All you babies Perched in air, Careful how you Caper there! Careful lest the Little feet Or the little Hands so sweet, Lose their hold And babies fall,-- Careful, careful, Babies all. ... The Clove-tree
And, children, one more, Here's a spicy Clove-tree, Growing forty feet high, Ornamental, you see; The little round drop, Fixed the four prongs between, Forms the blossom or flower, When it's not picked too green. N... The Dandelion Blossom
In the spring when the grass Had sprung up in the pass, And the meadows with velvet were green, We children would tease, "O, dear mother, please Let us doff shoes and stockings, (Ah! naught gave us shockings), ... The Dinner-pot
The homeliest things are highest worth, The dinner-pot's a treasure Compared with diamonds, chains and rings, Which serve alone for pleasure;-- Enwreathe the dinner-pot with flame, And fill it with love's mixings, And it pos... The Elephants
THE ivory for our combs, From elephants' tusks is made; The handles, too for many a knife, And for paper-knives the blade. The elephant knows a friend,-- And well remembers, too, A kindly act, but ne'er forgets The tea... The Fog
"What is the fog, Mamma?" "Sometimes the air is light And cannot bear up all the mists, And then 'tis foggy, quite; But when air heavier grows, The fog is borne above, And floated off, the cloudy stuff,-- Just see it,... The Girls
Three little girls with their sun-bonnets on, Wandered out for a walk in the dew; And they tip-toed about, full of frolic and fun, While their aprons around them they drew. But their little wet feet brought fever and cough, ... The Here There And Everywhere Family
Z I am always in a buzz, Though I'm never in a fret, But I'm ever with a zealot in his zeal; I am in the zephyr-breath, Yet with zest have often met The zero mark that brings the ice-man weal. Y I've to do wi... The Jack-horse
We will ride our Jack-horse All the meadows across; Oh no, do not whip him, But feed him, my dear! A handful of grass In his mouth as we pass, Will make him trot gaily, And give us good cheer! ... The Kitten
ONE, two, (1, 2,) Here's a kitten for you; THREE, four, (3, 4,) She will open the door, FIVE, six, (5, 6,) And your cream she will mix,-- SEVEN, eight, (7, 8,) If you are too late, NINE, ten, (9, 10,) ... The Little Girls' Letter To God
Now Susy's such a naughty dirl, And I ain't any better, And so we thought we just would wite The dear dood Dod a letter. And tell him all about our bad, Betause he'd have to know, Or else he touldn't mate us dood, And... The Little Housewife
This little girl knows how to make A batch of bread, or loaf of cake; She helps to cook potatoes, beets, To boil or bake the fish and meats. She knows to sweep and make a bed, Can hem a handkerchief for Ned; In short, a little hou... The Little Street-sweeper
Look at that little girl sweeping the crossing; See how the mud her bare legs is embossing! And her feet are so slippered with mud, that it seems As though from the ground she grew up 'mongst the teams; And why she's not run over surely... The Mammoth Cave
"WHAT is the Mammoth Cave?" I hear the Children say, Where fishes have no eyes nor sight, And where 'tis dark by day? You all have seen a ledge Of big rocks piled, or stone?-- Now just suppose a door-way made, Or entr... The Meadow Quails
Over in the meadow where the men make hay, In an elm-tree shadow on a bright summer day, Two speckled quails ponder as to what will be best, Should the stout mower blunder on their pretty home-nest. But a cloud in a minute from her gr... The Mocking-bird
The New World boasts the Mocking-bird And whether caged or free, His wondrous voice pours forth in songs Of rarest melody. His notes swell out and die away, As if a joyous soul Were wrought to highest ecstacy, All mus... The New Book
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO, A picture-book for you,-- Keep it nice, and in a trice Sing Cock-a-doodle-doo. ... The New White Jattet
I never seen such naughty dirls As Susy Jones and Ellen; They laughed, O desht as hard's they tould When I twipped up and fell in The old toal-hole. And see, mamma, I tore my new white jattet; And when I twied, they laughed ... The Oxen
The oxen are such clever beasts, They'll drag the plough all day; They're very strong and tug along Great loads of wood or hay. They feed on grass, when green or dry; Their flesh is beef, for food; Their lungs are "lights,... The Phoebe's Nest In The Old Well-wheel
"Phoe-be, phoe-be," why, 'tis a little bird, "Phoe-be, phoe-be," singing the pretty word; "Phoe-be, phoe-be," brown feathers cover him, Gray breast, with blackish stripes scattered all over him. "Phoe-be, phoe-be," here comes his litt... The Pony
Once 2 is 2, Here's a pony for you; Two 2s are 4, But be careful the more,-- THREE 2s are 6, For perhaps pony kicks; FOUR 2s are 8, And if so we must wait, FIVE 2s are 10, Till he's trained by the me...