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Around their party prowled about。
So； when my nurse comes in for me；
Home I return across the sea；
And go to bed with backward looks
At my dear land of Story…books。
Robert Louis Stevenson ＇1850…1894＇
THE GARDENER
The gardener does not love to talk；
He makes me keep the gravel walk；
And when he puts his tools away；
He locks the door and takes the key。
Away behind the currant row
Where no one else but cook may go；
Far in the plots； I see him dig；
Old and serious； brown and big。
He digs the flowers； green； red； and blue；
Nor wishes to be spoken to。
He digs the flowers and cuts the hay；
And never seems to want to play。
Silly gardener！ summer goes；
And winter comes with pinching toes；
When in the garden bare and brown
You must lay your barrow down。
Well now； and while the summer stays；
To profit by these garden days
O how much wiser you would be
To play at Indian wars with me！
Robert Louis Stevenson ＇1850…1894＇
FOREIGN LANDS
Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me？
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad on foreign lands。
I saw the next door garden lie；
Adorned with flowers； before my eye；
And many pleasant places more
That I had never seen before。
I saw the dimpling river pass
And be the sky's blue looking…glass；
The dusty roads go up and down
With people tramping in to town。
If I could find a higher tree；
Farther and farther I should see；
To where the grown…up river slips
Into the sea among the ships；
To where the roads on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land；
Where all the children dine at five；
And all the playthings come alive。
Robert Louis Stevenson ＇1850…1894＇
MY BED IS A BOAT
My bed is like a little boat；
Nurse helps me in when I embark；
She girds me in my sailor's coat
And starts me in the dark。
At night； I go on board and say
Good night to all my friends on shore；
I shut my eyes and sail away
And see and hear no more。
And sometimes things to bed I take；
As prudent sailors have to do；
Perhaps a slice of wedding…cake；
Perhaps a toy or two。
All night across the dark we steer；
But when the day returns at last；
Safe in my room； beside the pier；
I find my vessel fast。
Robert Louis Stevenson ＇1850…1894＇
THE PEDDLER'S CARAVAN
I wish I lived in a caravan；
With a horse to drive； like a peddler…man！
Where he comes from nobody knows；
Or where he goes to； but on he goes！
His caravan has windows two；
And a chimney of tin； that the smoke comes through；
He has a wife； with a baby brown；
And they go riding from town to town。
Chairs to mend； and delf to sell！
He clashes the basins like a bell；
Tea…trays； baskets ranged in order；
Plates； with alphabets round the border！
The roads are brown； and the sea is green；
But his house is like a bathing…machine；
The world is round； and he can ride；
Rumble and slash； to the other side！
With the peddler…man I should like to roam；
And write a book when I came home；
All the people would read my book；
Just like the Travels of Captain Cook！
William Brighty Rands ＇1823…1882＇
MR。 COGGS
A watch will tell the time of day；
Or tell it nearly； any way；
Excepting when it's overwound；
Or when you drop it on the ground。
If any of our watches stop；
We haste to Mr。 Coggs's shop；
For though to scold us he pretends；
He's quite among our special friends。
He fits a dice…box in his eye；
And takes a long and thoughtful spy；
And prods the wheels； and says； 〃Dear； dear！
More carelessness； I greatly fear。〃
And then he lays the dice…box down
And frowns a most prodigious frown；
But if we ask him what's the time；
He'll make his gold repeater chime。
Edward Verrall Lucas ＇1868…
THE BUILDING OF THE NEST
They'll come again to the apple tree …
Robin and all the rest …
When the orchard branches are fair to see；
In the snow of the blossoms dressed；
And the prettiest thing in the world will be
The building of the nest。
Weaving it well； so round and trim；
Hollowing it with care； …
Nothing too far away for him；
Nothing for her too fair； …
Hanging it safe on the topmost limb；
Their castle in the air。
Ah！ mother bird； you'll have weary days
When the eggs are under your breast；
And shadow may darken the dancing rays
When the wee ones leave the nest；
But they'll find their wings in a glad amaze。
And God will see to the rest。
So come to the trees with all your train
When the apple blossoms blow；
Through the April shimmer of sun and rain；
Go flying to and fro；
And sing to our hearts as we watch again
Your fairy building grow。
Margaret Sangster ＇1838…1912＇
〃THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER〃
From 〃Love in a Village〃
There was a jolly miller once lived on the river Dee；
He danced and sang from morn till night； no lark so blithe as he；
And this the burden of his song forever used to be： …
〃I care for nobody； no not I； if nobody cares for me。
〃I live by my mill； God bless her！ she's kindred； child； and wife；
I would not change my station for any other in life；
No lawyer； surgeon； or doctor e'er had a groat from me；
I care for nobody； no not I if nobody cares for me。〃
When spring begins his merry career； oh； how his heart grows gay；
No summer's drought alarms his fear； nor winter's cold decay；
No foresight mars the miller's joy； who's wont to sing and say；
〃Let others toil from year to year； I live from day to day。〃
Thus； like the miller； bold and free； let us rejoice and sing；
The days of youth are made for glee； and time is on the wing；
This song shall pass from me to thee； along the jovial ring；
Let heart and voice and all agree to say； 〃Long live the king。〃
Isaac Bickerstaff ＇ ？ …1812？＇
ONE AND ONE
Two little girls are better than one；
Two little boys can double the fun；
Two little birds can build a fine nest；
Two little arms can love mother best。
Two little ponies must go to a span；
Two little pockets has my little man；
Two little eyes to open and close；
Two little ears and one little nose；
Two little elbows； dimpled and sweet；
Two little shoes on two little feet；
Two little lips and one little chin；
Two little cheeks with a rose shut in；
Two little shoulders； chubby and strong；
Two little legs running all day long。
Two little prayers does my darling say；
Twice does he kneel by my side each day；
Two little folded hands； soft and brown；
Two little eyelids cast meekly down；
And two little angels guard him in bed；
〃One at the foot； and one at the head。〃
Mary Mapes Dodge ＇1831…1905＇
A NURSERY SONG
Oh； Peterkin Pout and Gregory Grout
Are two little goblins black。
Full oft from my house I've driven them out；
But somehow they still come back。
They clamber up to the baby's mouth；
And pull the corners down；
They perch aloft on the baby's brow；
And twist it into a frown。
Chorus：
And one says 〃Must！〃 and t'other says 〃Can't！〃
And one says 〃Shall！〃 and t'other says 〃Shan't！〃
Oh； Peterkin Pout and Gregory Grout；
I pray you now from my house keep out！
But Samuel Smile and Lemuel Laugh
Are two little fairies bright；
They're always ready for fun and chaff；
And sunshine is their delight。
And when they creep into Baby's eyes；
Why； there the sunbeams are；
And when they peep through her rosy lips；
Her laughter rings near and far。
Chorus：
And one says 〃Please！〃 and t'other says 〃Do！〃
And both together say 〃I love you！〃
So； Lemuel Laugh and Samuel Smile；
Come in； my dears； and tarry awhile！
Laura E。 Richards ＇1850…
A MORTIFYING MISTAKE
I studied my tables over and over； and backward and forward； too；
But I couldn't remember six times nine； and I didn't know what to do；
Till sister told me to play with my doll； and not to bother my head。
〃If you call her 'Fifty…four' for a while； you'll learn it by heart；〃
she said。
So I took my favorite； Mary Ann （though I thought 'twas a dreadful shame
To give such a perfectly lovely child such a perfectly horrid name）；
And I called her my dear little 〃Fifty…four〃 a hundred times； till I knew
The answer of six times nine as well as the answer of two times two。
Next day Elizabeth Wigglesworth； who always acts so proud；
Said； 〃Six times nine is fifty…two；〃 and I nearly laughed aloud！
But I wished I hadn't when teacher said； 〃Now； Dorothy； tell if you can。〃
For I thought of my doll and … sakes alive！ … I answered； 〃Mary Ann！〃
Anna Maria Pratt ＇18 …
THE RAGGEDY MAN
O the Raggedy Man！ He works fer Pa；
An' he's the goodest man ever you saw！
He comes to our house every day；
An' waters the horses； an' feeds 'em hay；
An' he opens the shed … an' we all ist laugh
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