BABY AT PLAY BROW bender, Eye peeper, Nose smeller, Mouth eater, Chin chopper, Knock at the door-peep in, Here sits the Lord Mayor, And here sits the hen; Here sit the chickens, Chippety, chippety, chippety chin. Ring the bell! Knock at the door! This little pig went to market; This little pig got none; This little pig cried wee, wee, all the way home. One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Who will delve? Foot Soldiers Thirteen, fourteen, Maids a-kissing; My stomach's empty. THE DIFFERENCE EIGHT fingers, Ten toes, Two eyes, And one nose. Baby said When she smelt the rose, "Oh! what a pity I've only one nose!" Ten teeth In even rows, Three dimples, And one nose. Baby said When she smelt the snuff, "Deary me! One nose is enough." Laura E. Richards (1850 FOOT SOLDIERS 'Tis all the way to Toe-town, One, two, three, four, five, a-row- And on the other side, you know, 55 John Banister Tabb [1845-1909] TOM THUMB'S ALPHABET A was an Archer, who shot at a frog; O was an Oysterman, who went about town; V was a Vintner, who drank all himself; W was a Watchman, who guarded the door; GRAMMAR IN RHYME THREE little words, you often see, As Great, Small, Pretty, White, or Brown. Her head, His face, Your arm, My hand. The Garden Year Verbs tell of something being done— To Read, Count, Laugh, Sing, Jump, or Run. A noun, as In or Through a door, 57 DAYS OF THE MONTH THIRTY days hath September, THE GARDEN YEAR JANUARY brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow. February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again. March brings breezes, loud and shrill, To stir the dancing daffodil. April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet. May brings flocks of pretty lambs Skipping by their fleecy dams. June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies. Hot July brings cooling showers, August brings the sheaves of corn, Warm September brings the fruit; Fresh October brings the pheasant; Dull November brings the blast; Chill December brings the sleet, Sara Coleridge [1802-1852] RIDDLES THERE was a girl in our town, Silk an' satin was her gown, Silk an' satin, gold an' velvet, Guess her name, three times I've telled it. (Ann.) As soft as silk, as white as milk, As bitter as gall, a thick green wall, And a green coat covers me all. (A walnut.) Make three fourths of a cross, And a circle complete; And let two semicircles On a perpendicular meet; Next add a triangle That stands on two feet; Next two semicircles, And a circle complete. (TOBACCO.) Flour of England, fruit of Spain, Met together in a shower of rain; Put in a bag tied round with a string, If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring. (A plum-pudding.) |