. Rhymes and jingles . nd !While Pussy and Pug look as solemn and wise As if the whole scene they had you never would think, so demure are the the little maid s heart could be singing with glee^Father is coming — hurrah! hurrah!Father is coming—hurrah! Il8 RHYMES AND JINGLES. The sunlight has vanished, and bleak is the street,And beggars are dreading the night. The pavement is noisy with home-speeding only the windows are bright ; When quickly the little maid springs from the rug, Leaving Pussy half sleeping, but followed by Pug ; Father is coming — hurrah ! hur
. Rhymes and jingles . nd !While Pussy and Pug look as solemn and wise As if the whole scene they had you never would think, so demure are the the little maid s heart could be singing with glee^Father is coming — hurrah! hurrah!Father is coming—hurrah! Il8 RHYMES AND JINGLES. The sunlight has vanished, and bleak is the street,And beggars are dreading the night. The pavement is noisy with home-speeding only the windows are bright ; When quickly the little maid springs from the rug, Leaving Pussy half sleeping, but followed by Pug ; Father is coming — hurrah ! hurrah !Father is coming — hurrah! WHAT SHALL I BUY?i I vE got a penny,What shall I buy ?I 11 buy a — what I 11 buy. I ve got two pence, What shall I buy ?Ill buy a — pop-gun, Thats what I 11 buy. I ve got three pence, What shall I buy?Ill buy a — horsey, Thats what Ill buy. 1 The charm of this thrilling ditty lies in allowing baby to suggest thelast word of the third lines. RUT-A-TUT-TUrS. tio. RUT-A-TUT-TUTS ! Who can crack nuts ?Squirrels, can you ? That we can, true —Rut-a-tut-tuts,We can crack nuts ! Chicketty-chack, Cracketty-crack. Pooh! said the hammer, Silence your clamor, Rut-a-tut-tuts — Who cant crack nuts ? t20 RHYMES AND JINGLES. HALLOO, OLD SCUTTLE! Halloo, old scuttle! good old soul, Whats become of all your coal ? Why the tongs he came with a gobbledy-gun, And took my coals out, one by one ; And the blaze ran in with a tricksy-spire And set the pretty things a-fire ; And the blower came with a roaring-^roar. And made them burn up more and more ; • And then the poker with koppitty-hop, He poked their ashes and made em drop — And that, O Gobbledy-Koppitty-dole! Is whats become of all my coal. OH, NO! If blue-birds bloomed like flowers in a row. And never could make a would the daisies and violets know When to come out of the ground !They would wait and wait the seasons round ; Never a flower could on earth be found. OH,
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