BABY-LAND Which is the way to Baby-land? Any one can tell; Up one flight, To your right; Please to ring the bell. What can you see in Baby-land? Cradle-beds, Faces pure and bright. What do they do in Baby-land? Dream and wake and play, Laugh and crow, Shout and grow, Jolly times have they. What do they say in Baby-land? Why, the oddest things; Might as well Try to tell What a birdie sings. Who is the Queen of Baby-land? Mother, kind and sweet; And her love, Born above, Guides the little feet. George Cooper IN THE NURSERY MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES Mistress Mary, quite contrary, Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, Rub-a-dub-dub, Three men in a tub, And who do you think they be? The butcher, the baker, The candlestick-maker; Turn 'em out, knaves all three! I'll tell you a story And now my story's begun; About Johnny, his brother And now my story is done. Hickory, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock; A dillar, a dollar, a ten o'clock scholar, You used to come at ten o'clock, Higgleby, piggleby, my black hen, Three wise men of Gotham If the bowl had been stronger, My song had been longer. There was an old woman lived under a hill, One misty, moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I met a little old man Clothed all in leather; He began to bow and scrape, And I began to grin,— How do you do, and how do you do, There was a little man, and he had a little gun, There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed. Pease-pudding hot, Pease-pudding cold, Pease-pudding in the pot, Some like it cold, Some like it in the pot, Nine days old. Hey, diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; To see such sport, And the dish ran away Little Jack Horner Sat in a corner Eating a Christmas pie; with the spoon. He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!" Little Miss Muffet, Sat on a tuffet, Eating of curds and whey; There came a great spider That sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away. Little Polly Flinders, Sat among the cinders, Warming her pretty little toes; Her mother came and caught her, And whipped her little daughter For spoiling her nice new clothes. |