The Peter Patter book; rimes for children . THE CARROT ANDTHE RABBIT A carrot in a gardenAnd a rabbit in the the rabbit, Beg your pardon,But you re surely meant for food;Though you Ve started in to harden,You may still be very good. HIPPY-HI-HOPPY Hippy-Hi-Hoppy, the big fat toad,Greeted his friends at a turn of the road. Said he to the snail:Heres a ring for your tailIf youll go into town formy afternoon mail. Said he to the rat: I have talked with the cat; And shell nab you so quick you wont know where youre at. Said he to the lizard: I m really no wizard,But I 11 show you a trick
The Peter Patter book; rimes for children . THE CARROT ANDTHE RABBIT A carrot in a gardenAnd a rabbit in the the rabbit, Beg your pardon,But you re surely meant for food;Though you Ve started in to harden,You may still be very good. HIPPY-HI-HOPPY Hippy-Hi-Hoppy, the big fat toad,Greeted his friends at a turn of the road. Said he to the snail:Heres a ring for your tailIf youll go into town formy afternoon mail. Said he to the rat: I have talked with the cat; And shell nab you so quick you wont know where youre at. Said he to the lizard: I m really no wizard,But I 11 show you a trick thatwill tickle your gizzard. Said he to the lark:When it gets fairly darkWell chase the mosquitoesin Peek-a-Boo Park. Said he to the owl: If it were not for your scowlI d like you as well as most any wild fowl. Said he to the wren: You re tiny, but thenI 11 marry you quick, if you 11only say when. P&Z .. *£. M ^ p*; X -1 -xv V :;U J (? J \ . - hi: J*Q m XL mm. iftl s P6. THROUGH FOG AND RAIN I RUN MY TRAIN THE FREIGHTER Through fog and rainI run my trainWherever the track is laid,And over the roadI carry a loadWhenever the freight ispaid. A kaddy of tea For Genessee, For Troy an empty crate, A man in brown For Uniontown To help them celebrate. NO ONE AT HOME No one at home in the hen-house, And no one at home in thebarn, Old Brindle has gone to theneighbors To borrow a skein of brownyarn, To borrow yarn for thedarning Of socks for her wee spottedcalf— The little rollicking rascalHas never enough by Speckle is down by the willowWashing her chicks in the lake,While old Daddy Cockle is lyingAbed with a bad toothache. PATTERS ANDTATTERS Patters had a gallant band, An army made of clay. But Tatters took the gar-den hose And washed them allaway.
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