The Tea-party
Ah! little ones, I'm sure there's not
A drop of tea in your weeny pot.
For water bright and milk so pure,
Alone will bring you health, be sure;
And health is beauty, health is cheer,
Health is happiness so dear.
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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... The Poor Little Chick-a-dees
TEN little chick-a-dees clinging to a vine,-- A speckled snake charmed one, then there were but NINE. NINE little chick-a-dees,--one without a mate,-- A Sparrow-hawk caught one, then there were but EIGHT. EIGHT little chick-a de... The Raccoon
Come, child, and see our pet Raccoon,-- The Raccoons live in the woods, you know; But ours was caught, And caged, and brought From old Virginia, long ago. Oh, no, you need not be afraid. See, he is fastened with a chain;... The Race
A hop, a skip, and a gambol, A run, a tumble, a scramble, An up-and-a-going, A laughing-and-crowing, A weal-and-a-woe-ing,-- Yes, a race for a ball Or a toy we may call, This race that is human,-- For child, man, or woman, ... The Rain
Come, rain, come, That the water may run, That the meadow grass may grow; That the fruit and grain O'er hill and plain, May greet us as we go. Come, rain, come, That the water may run, That the mill may make ou... The Rain
"What makes the rain, Mamma?" "The mists and vapors rise From land and stream and rolling sea, Up toward the distant skies; And there they form the clouds, Which, when they're watery, dear, Pour all the water down to earth, ... The Rattle Of The Bones
How many bones in the human face? FOURTEEN, when they're all in place. How many bones in the human head? EIGHT, my child, as I've often said. How many bones in the human ear? THREE in each; and they help to hear. [Footnote: St... The Six Sisters
ONE of us e'er lives in dates, One in every peach awaits; One in pine-apple is found, One in orange, bright and round, One in plum, so luscious sweet, And our last in strawberry--treat. ... The Snow
"What makes the Snow, Mamma?" "When very cold above, The mists are frozen high in air, And fall as snow, my love." "And Hail?" "Tis formed the same; Cold streams of air have come And frozen all the water-drops, An... The Snowball
Have ever you seen how a wee bit of snow, To a big bouncing ball, just by rolling, will grow? 'Tis thus our wee sins, children, let to roll on, Will grow big, bigger, biggest, till Satan has won. ... The Speech Family
The name of everything we know, as slate, or book, or toy, Is called a Noun. All names are nouns; remember this, my boy. A word that means to be, to act, or to be acted on, Is called a Verb; as is, or eat, or sing; or he is g... The Stop Family
"I'm a dot with a quirk," whispers little Miss Comma, "And you'll please not to pause long for me." "I'm a dot over Comma," says Miss Semicolon, "And you'll pause twice as long where I be." "I am dot over dot," Master Colon speaks... The Sugar-pine
Then, too, my dear children, The sweet Sugar-pine, On Pacific's wild coast, In our own soil we find; Cut or scoop out the trunk, And the juices ooze forth, And harden, for sugar, Like icicles, North. * * * * * ... The Tea-party
Ah! little ones, I'm sure there's not A drop of tea in your weeny pot. For water bright and milk so pure, Alone will bring you health, be sure; And health is beauty, health is cheer, Health is happiness so dear. ... The Temperance Child
Mamma, if you'd have me Be a temperance child, You must give me only Food that's pure and mild. Highly-seasoned dishes Make the stomach crave Stronger things; and often Lead to drunkard's grave. ... The Tree Village
In the Solomon Group in the great Southern Sea, And on Isabel Island alone, A tree village is found, up the steep, rocky ground, On the top of a mountain of stone. So gigantic the trees that it is not with ease That the... The Wind
"What is the wind, Mamma?" "Tis air in motion, child;" "Why can I never see the wind That blows so fierce and wild?" "Because the Gases, dear, Of which the air is made, Are quite transparent, that is, we See through, bu... Tick-took Tick-tock
Tick-tock, tick-tock, Sings the pretty cuckoo clock; Tick-tack, tick-tack, Time flies on, but ne'er comes back. Tick-tock, tick-tock, Sings the dainty crystal clock; Tick-tack, Tick-tack, Work and wait, and never lack... To Bed With The Chickens
Oh, put me in my bed, Mamma, When chickens go to rest, For I'm your little chick-a-dee, So put me in my nest. Yes, when the birds forget to sing, And lambs forget to play, You'll put your birdy in his nest, Your lamb ... To My Ten-years-old
On thy cheek the roses lie; Lilies, on thy forehead fair; Violets blue, in each bright eye, Sunbeams, in thy golden hair. Pearls, within thy coral lips, Ears and nostrils, crystal-clear, Dainty, sea-shell finger tips, ... Toss The Baby
Toss the baby high in air; Catch him though, with special care Lest his little back be strained, Lest his little joints be sprained, Lest his bones be bent or broken; Lest through life he bear some token Of a careless toss or fa... Truth
Do not let "Mother Truth" find a falsehood all over,-- Amongst all her children, no, never a lie; Stand for Truth, ye wee babies, for Truth, ye who're older, For Truth while you live, and for Truth till you die. All ye myriads of ch... Twinkle Twinkle
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Up above the world so far, Whisper now and tell me, pray, What you are, and how you stay." "Some of us away so far, Planets like your own Earth, are; And we shine with borrowed light, Borrowed ... Two Little Pink Shoes
Two little pink shoes standing by the head Of our Nanny sleeping in the trundle-bed; On the little table, waiting for the morn, Two little pink shoes, our Nanny to adorn. Two little bright eyes, peeping open wide, Spied the l... What Is The Axis?
Now you ask, "What is the Axis?" With an apple I will show; Place your thumb upon the stem-place, And your finger at the blow;-- Now we'll just suppose the apple Has a stem that passes through, And this stem would be the Axi... What They Say
Those creatures that chew the cud, The "RUMINANTS" we call, From "Rumen," or the stomach-pouch, In which their food doth fall. A "SPECIES" is a kind Of animals or plants;-- Each species has a different name, And diffe...