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SONGS FOR THE NURSERY. |
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All the day long with your busy contriving, Into all mischief and fun you are driving; See if your wise little noddle can tell What you are good for. Now, ponder it well!
Over the carpet the dear little feet Came with a patter to climb on my seat; Two merry eyes, full of frolic and glee, Under their lashes looked up unto me; Two little hands, pressing soft on my face, Drew me down close in a loving embrace; Two rosy lips gave the answer so true, " Good to love you, mamma; good to love you." |
But here comes the nurse, who is shaking her head, And frowns at the mischief asleep on her bed; But let's hope when Miss Meddlesome's slumber is |
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She may wake from good dreams, and do mischief no more. |
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I LIKE LITTLE PUSSY.
Jane Taylob.
I like little Pussy,
Her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her,
She'll do me no harm. So I'll not pull her tail,
Nor drive her away, But Pussy and I
Very gently will play : She shall sit by my side,
And I'll give her some food; And she'll love me because
I am gentle and good.
I'll pat little Pussy,
And then she will purr, And thus show her thanks
For my kindness to her; I'll not pinch her ears,
Nor tread on her paw, Lest I should provoke her
To use her sharp claw ; I never will vex her,
Nor make her displeased, For Pussy don't like
To be worried or teased. |
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LITTLE MISS MEDDLESOME.
Little Miss Meddlesome, scattering crumbs, Into the library noisily comes; Twirls off her apron, tilts open some books, And into a work-basket, rummaging, looks.
Out go the spools spinning over the floor, Beeswax and needle-case fell out before; She tosses the tape-rule, and plays with the floss, And says to herself, " Now, won't mamma be cross ?"
Little Miss Meddlesome climbs to the shelf, Siuce no one is looking, and, mischievous elf! Pulls down the fine vases, the cuckoo-clock stops, And sprinkles the carpet with damaging drops.
She turns over the ottoman, frightens the bird, And sees that the chairs in a medley are stirred; Then creeps on a sofa, and all in a heap, Drops, out of her frolicsome mischief, asleep. |
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