There came a big spider And frightened Miss Muffet away. LITTLE JACK HORNER Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum, There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, COME MY CHILDREN, COME AWAY Come, my children, come away, Everything is laughing, singing, Bring the hoop, and bring the ball, Let us make a merry ring, Talk and laugh, and dance and sing. AS I WALKED BY MYSELF As I walked by myself, And talked to myself, Myself said unto me, Look to thyself, take care of thyself, For nobody cares for thee. I answered myself, And said to myself In the self-same repartee, Look to thyself, or not look to thyself, LITTLE BOY BLUE Little boy blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn; Where's the little boy that tends the sheep? Go wake him, go wake him. Oh! no, not I; WHEN THE WIND IS IN THE EAST When the wind is in the east, It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth; CHILDREN'S SELECTIONS THE OLD OWL AND THE BELL Geo. MacDonald. "Bing, Bim, Bang, Bome!" Sang the Bell to himself in his house at home, In a twilight of ivy, cool and green; With his Bing, Bim, Bang, Bome! Singing bass to himself in his house at home. Said the owl to himself, as he sat below "I will move," said the owl. "But it suits me well; And one may get used to it,-who can tell?" So he slept in the day with all his might, For the owl was born so poor and genteel, HE TOOK A HEADER Charles F. Adams. They met in a field, 'mid the blooming heather; A punster, a ram and an old bell-wether. No cry of alarm did the young man utter, "And I'll butt the passer," observed the ram, "I ain't any Mary's little lamb.” ""That tired feeling' I'll o'er him bring, So often caused by 'a forward spring.' "I'll give him 'a header' he will not like." And he "cast sheep's eyes" at the youth and bike. Sheep, bike and punster lay mingled together; ALL IN HIS EYE Charles F. Adams. He jumped on board the railway train, FALL POETRY Charles F. Adams. A certain young woman, named Hannah, Than belongs to the star-spangled banner. A gentleman sprang to assist her, "Do you think,” she replied, HOME MEMORIES Charles F. Adams. "Be it ever so humble, There's no place like home!" I'm sitting again 'neath the old elm-tree's shade, And viewing the fields where in childhood I strayed; The breeze fans my cheek, and the birds go and come, While I listen, entranced, to the bee's soothing hum. |