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The Moon

Said the hen, "Cut-dah cut!
I have laid an egg
For the Baby's breakfast-
Take it now, I beg!"

And the buzzing bee said,
"Here is honey sweet.
Don't you think the Baby
Would like that to eat?"

Then the baker kindly

Brought the Baby's bread. "Breakfast is all ready," Baby's mother said;

"But before the Baby
Eats his dainty food,
Will he not say 'Thank you!'
To his friends so good?"

Then the bonny Baby

Laughed and laughed away. That was all the "Thank you"

He knew how to say.

Emilie Poulsson (1853

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THE MOON

O, LOOK at the moon!

She is shining up there;

O mother, she looks

Like a lamp in the air.

Last week she was smaller,

And shaped like a bow;
But now she's grown bigger,
And round as an O.

Pretty moon, pretty moon,

How you shine on the door,

And make it all bright

On my nursery floor!

You shine on my playthings,
And show me their place,
And I love to look up

At your pretty bright face.

And there is a star

Close by you, and maybe
That small twinkling star

Is your little baby.

Eliza Lee Follen [1787-1859]

BABY AT PLAY

BROW bender, Eye peeper,

Nose smeller, Mouth eater,

Chin chopper,

Knock at the door-peep in,

Lift up the latch-walk in..

HERE sits the Lord Mayor, here sit his two men,

Here sits the cock, and here sits the hen;
Here sit the chickens, and here they go.in,

Chippety, chippety, chippety, chin.

This little pig went to market;

This little pig stayed at home;

This little pig got roast beef;

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;

Eleven, twelve,

Who will delve?

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FOOT SOLDIERS

'Tis all the way to Toe-town,
Beyond the Knee-high hill,
That Baby has to travel down
To see the soldiers drill.

One, two, three, four, five, a-row

A captain and his men

And on the other side, you know,
Are six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

John Banister Tabb (1845-1909]

TOM THUMB'S ALPHABET

A was an Archer, who shot at a frog;
B was a Butcher, who had a great dog;
C was a Captain, all covered with lace;
D was a Drunkard, and had a red face;
E was an Esquire, with pride on his brow;
F was a Farmer, and followed the plow;
G was a Gamester, who had but ill luck;
H was a Hunter, who hunted a buck;
I was an Innkeeper, who loved to bouse;
J was a Joiner, who built up a house;
K was a King, so mighty and grand;
L was a Lady, who had a white hand;
M was a Miser, and hoarded his gold;
N was a Nobleman, gallant and bold;
O was an Oysterman, who went about town;
P was a Parson, and wore a black gown;
Q was a Quack, with a wonderful pill;
R was a Robber, who wanted to kill;
S was a Sailor, who spent all he got;
T was a Tinker, and mended a pot;
U was an Usurer, a miserable elf;

V was a Vintner, who drank all himself;

W was a Watchman, who guarded the door;
X was Expensive, and so became poor,
Y was a Youth, that did not love school;
Z was a Zany, a poor harmless fool:

GRAMMAR IN RHYME

THREE little words, you often see,
Are articles A, An, and The.
A Noun is the name of anything,
As School, or Garden, Hoop, or Swing.
Adjectives tell the kind of Noun,

As Great, Small, Pretty, White, or Brown.
Instead of Nouns the Pronouns stand,
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.
How things are done the Adverbs tell,
As Slowly, Quickly, Ill, or Well.
Conjunctions join the words together-
As men And women, wind And weather.
The Preposition stands before

A noun, as In or Through a door,
The Interjection shows surprise,
As Oh! how pretty! Ah! how wise!
The Whole are called nine parts of speech,
Which reading, writing, speaking teach.

DAYS OF THE MONTH

THIRTY days hath September,
April, June, and November;
All the rest have thirty-one;
February twenty-eight alone,-
Except in leap year, at which time
February's days are twenty-nine.

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.

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