The Peter Patter book; rimes for children . A CANDLE, A CANDLE A candle, a candle To light me to bed; A pillow, a pillow To tuck up my head. The moon is as sleepy as sleepy can be,The stars are all pointing their fingers at me, And Missus Hop-Robin, way up in her nest,Is rocking her tired little babies to give me a blanketTo tuck up my toes,And a little soft pillowTo snuggle my BAXTER Baxter had a billy-goatWall-eyed and double took him to the barber shopAnd had his head anointed. LODDY, GIN, ANDELLA ZANDER Loddy, Gin, and Ella ZanderRode to market on a gander;Bought
The Peter Patter book; rimes for children . A CANDLE, A CANDLE A candle, a candle To light me to bed; A pillow, a pillow To tuck up my head. The moon is as sleepy as sleepy can be,The stars are all pointing their fingers at me, And Missus Hop-Robin, way up in her nest,Is rocking her tired little babies to give me a blanketTo tuck up my toes,And a little soft pillowTo snuggle my BAXTER Baxter had a billy-goatWall-eyed and double took him to the barber shopAnd had his head anointed. LODDY, GIN, ANDELLA ZANDER Loddy, Gin, and Ella ZanderRode to market on a gander;Bought a crane for half a dollar;Loddy led him by the collar. Mister Crane said: Hi there,master, Can t you make your legs work faster?We cant poke along this he slowly flew held him fast, you bet,And he hasnt come home yet. AS I WAS GOINGDOWN THE HILL As I was going down the hillIn front of Missus KnappsI saw the little KnapperinesAll in their winter wraps—Purple mitts and mufflersAnd knitted jersey caps. As I was coming back againIn front of Missus KnappsI saw that awful ladyGive about a dozen slapsTo every little Knapperine—I thought it was, perhaps,Because they gathered stickersIn their knitted jersey caps.
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