Part 1 (1/2)

A Jolly Jingle-Book.

by Various.

How can they put in black and white What little children think at night, When lights are out and prayers are said, And you are all tucked up in bed?

Such funny dreams go dancing through Your head, of things n.o.body knew, Or saw, or ever half believes!-- They're all inside these singing leaves.

And little children laugh and go A-ring-a-round-a-rosy-O; And birds sing gay--you'd almost think You listened to a bobolink.

Look at the pictures, one by one!

The rhymes are only half the fun.

It laughs and bubbles like a brook-- My pretty, jolly jingle-book!

MR. TONGUE

A little red man in a little red house With gates of ivory!

He _might_ stay there, as still as a mouse, And n.o.body could see; But talk he will, and laugh he will, At everything you do; And come to the door and peep, until I know his name--don't you?

KISSES

”Here's a kiss for every year, And here is one to grow on!”

Father says and mother says And auntie says, and so on.

”Here's a pat and there's a pat!”

If growing comes of kisses, I know how one girl found a way To grow as big as this is!

THE TRIALS OF TRAVEL

Boohoo, boohoo, boohoo, boohoo!

My mother says I can't take Sue And Grace and Maud and Clarabel And Ruth and Beth and sweet Estelle, Unless I pack them with our things.

Oh dear! oh dear! my heart it wrings To put them in that hot, dark place, With paper wrapped around each face.

I'm sure they all would suffocate Or meet some other dreadful fate.

I'd gladly take them on my arm And keep them safe from every harm, But mother says that that won't do; She draws the line at more than two.

I'd like to know what she would say To sending me packed in a tray.

REBECCA DEMING MOORE.

THE QUARREL

The Wooden Dog and the China Cat Face to face in the doll-house sat, And they picked a quarrel that grew and grew, Because they had nothing else to do.

Said the dog, ”I really would like to hear Why you never stir nor frisk nor purr, But sit like a mummy there.”