. Rhymes and jingles .. . elling melons. Ho ! ripe and sweet!Is his song. All day long & Selling melons. 150 RHYMES AND JINGLES. HOW MANY THINGS IN MY POCKET? , Tap at your brain and unlock it,Then count all the things in my pocket:A nail and a screw,A screw-driver, too;A cent and a dollar,A tumbled-up collar ;A neck-tie and glove,A note from my love ;Two peppermint-drops,A couple of tops ;A buckle, a ball,The head of a doll;A top-snare, of course,A six-penny horse ;Four pins, always handy,And three sticks of candy;Ten nuts and a pen,A squirt — and what then ?Why, my knife, to be sure,And an o
. Rhymes and jingles .. . elling melons. Ho ! ripe and sweet!Is his song. All day long & Selling melons. 150 RHYMES AND JINGLES. HOW MANY THINGS IN MY POCKET? , Tap at your brain and unlock it,Then count all the things in my pocket:A nail and a screw,A screw-driver, too;A cent and a dollar,A tumbled-up collar ;A neck-tie and glove,A note from my love ;Two peppermint-drops,A couple of tops ;A buckle, a ball,The head of a doll;A top-snare, of course,A six-penny horse ;Four pins, always handy,And three sticks of candy;Ten nuts and a pen,A squirt — and what then ?Why, my knife, to be sure,And an old wooden skewer ;Thats all —oh! a string,A galvanized ring;A pistol (but no one could cock it),And thats all I had in my pocket. THE GALLANT OUTRIDERS. THE GALLANT OUTRIDERS. WHERE have you been, my children ; Where have you been, I pray ? Oh, but we Ve been a-riding, A-riding the live-long day. And how did you ride, my darlings ; And where did all of you go ? We all of us went on horseback, A-galloping in a ;Jack had the whole of the saddle I held on to the tail;And Leslie, under the fore-feet, Managed to ride the rail; 152 RHYMES AND JINGLES. Jackey galloped and cantered,— Played he galloped, I mean ;For Les. and I did the rocking,And Jack just rode between. Oh, did nt our animal caper As he hitched himself along!We might have kept on forever,If theyd only made him strong. But when I pitched on the carpet, His tail so tight in my hand,And Les. from the rail fell kicking,Why, horsey came to a stand. If Les. had only kept quiet, We might have played we were dead;I dont see the sense in yelling Because you have bumped your head. Jackey held on like a good one, And looked as fine as a fiddle,—But its nothing to ride a-horsebackIf a fellow is on the middle. THE BUSY BEE. S3
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