. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . ater demandthan the Talker. Let us all learn the Fine Art of Good Listening. —Kate Upson Clark. There Was a Crooked Man. THERE was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mileHe found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile:He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse*And they all lived together in a little crooked house. Uttle Bo-Peep. LITTLE Bo-peep has lost her sheep,And cant tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and theyll come home,And bring their tails behind them. Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep, And dreamed she h
. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . ater demandthan the Talker. Let us all learn the Fine Art of Good Listening. —Kate Upson Clark. There Was a Crooked Man. THERE was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mileHe found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile:He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse*And they all lived together in a little crooked house. Uttle Bo-Peep. LITTLE Bo-peep has lost her sheep,And cant tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and theyll come home,And bring their tails behind them. Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep, And dreamed she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke,For they were still a-fleeting. Then up she took her little crook, Determined for to find them;She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they d left all their tails behind em. Peter Piper. PETER PIPER picked a peck of pickled peppers;A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked;If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, tWheres the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?. EMPLOYMENT. Wholl come and play with me here under the tree. My sisters have left me alone;My sweet little sparrow, come hither to me, And play with me while they are gone. x) no, little lady, I cant 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 mysel
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