. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . come, indeed, Ive no time to idle away,Ive got all my dear little children to feed* And my nest- «-o new cover with hay. Vretty Bee, do not buzz about over the flower,But come here ana plsy with me, do: The sparrow wont come and stay with me an hour,But stay, pretty Bee—will not you? 0 no, little lady, for do not you see Those must work who would prosper and thrive,If I play, they would call me a sad idle bee—And perhaps turn me out of the hive. Stop! stop! little Ant—do not run off so fast,Wait with me a little and play: 1 hope I sha
. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . come, indeed, Ive no time to idle away,Ive got all my dear little children to feed* And my nest- «-o new cover with hay. Vretty Bee, do not buzz about over the flower,But come here ana plsy with me, do: The sparrow wont come and stay with me an hour,But stay, pretty Bee—will not you? 0 no, little lady, for do not you see Those must work who would prosper and thrive,If I play, they would call me a sad idle bee—And perhaps turn me out of the hive. Stop! stop! little Ant—do not run off so fast,Wait with me a little and play: 1 hope I shall find a companion at last, You are not so busy as they. 0 no, little lady, I cant stay with you, Were not made to play, but to labor: 1 always have something or other to do, If not for myself, for my neighbor. Why then, have they all employment but me,Who lie lounging here like a dunce? O then, like the Ant, and the Sparrow, and Bee,Tll go to my lesson at once. , Pat-a-Cake. PAT-A-CAKE, pat-a-cake, baleens man!So I will, master, as fast as I can:. Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,Put it in the oven for Tommy and me. Three straws on a staff, Would make a baby cry and laugh. Great A, Little a. GREAT A, little a,Bouncing B! The cats in the cupboard,And she cant see. Jack Sprat JACK SPRAT could eat no fat H is wife could eat no lean;Betwixt them both, they cleared the plate,, And licked the platter clear As I Went to Banner. As I went to Bonner, I met a pig Without a wig,Upon my word and honour. A Riddle, a Riddle. A RIDDLE, a riddle, as I suppose,A hundred eyes, and never a nose. (A cinder-sifter.^ fs John Smith Within f Is John Smith within?-— Yes, that he is. Can he set a shoe?—• Ay, marry, two; Here a nail, and there a nail, Tick, tack. too.
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