Today | News | Books | Recipes Adventure | Science Fiction | Ghost stories | Poetry | Children | History Booksmall, give ear to what I say-- Refrain from work on Saturdays as strictly as you may; So shall the saint your patron be and prosper all you do-- And when examinations come he'll see you safely through. #NUMBER RHYMES# 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 One Two Three Four Five I caught a hare alive. Six Seven Eight Nine Ten I let it go again. OVER IN THE MEADOW BY OLIVE A. WADSWORTH Over in the meadow, In the sand, in the sun, Lived an old mother toad And her little toadie one. "Wink!" said the mother; "I wink," said the one: So she winked and she blinked In the sand, in the sun. Over in the meadow, Where the stream runs blue, Lived an old mother fish And her little fishes two. "Swim!" said the mother; "We swim," said the two: So they swam and they leaped Where the stream runs blue. Over in the meadow, In a hole in a tree, Lived a mother bluebird And her little birdies three. "Sing!" said the mother; "We sing," said the three: So they sang and were glad In the hole in the tree. Over in the meadow, In the reeds on the shore, Lived a mother muskrat And her little ratties four. "Dive!" said the mother; "We dive," said the four: So they dived and they burrowed In the reeds on the shore. Over in the meadow, In a snug beehive, Lived a mother honeybee And her little honeys five. "Buzz!" said the mother; "We buzz," said the five: So they buzzed and they hummed In the snug beehive. Over in the meadow, In a nest built of sticks, Lived a black mother crow And her little crows six. "Caw!" said the mother; "We caw," said the six: So they cawed and they cawed In their nest built of sticks. Over in the meadow, Where the grass is so even, Lived a gray mother cricket And her little crickets seven. "Chirp!" said the mother; "We chirp," said the seven: So they chirped cheery notes In the grass soft and even. Over in the meadow, By the old mossy gate, Lived a brown mother lizard And her little lizards eight. "Bask!" said the mother; "We bask!" said the eight: So they basked in the sun By the old mossy gate. Over in the meadow, Where the clear pools shine, Lived a green mother frog And her little froggies nine. "Croak!" said the mother; "We croak," said the nine: So they croaked and they splashed Where the clear pools shine. Over in the meadow, In a sly little den, Lived a gray mother spider And her little spiders ten. "Spin!" said the mother; "We spin," said the ten: So they spun lace webs In their sly little den. Over in the meadow, In the soft summer even, Lived a mother firefly And her little flies eleven. "Shine!" said the mother; "We shine," said the eleven: So they shone like stars In the soft summer even. Over in the meadow, Where the men dig and delve, Lived a wise mother ant And her little anties twelve. "Toil!" said the mother; "We toil," said the twelve: So they toiled and were wise Where the men dig and delve. COUNTING APPLE-SEEDS One, I love, Two, I love, Three, I love, I say, Four, I love with all my heart, And five, I cast away; Six, he loves, Seven, she loves, Eight, they both love; Nine, he comes, Ten, he tarries, Eleven, he courts, Twelve, he marries; Thirteen, wishes, Fourteen, kisses, All the rest little witches. TWINS BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS Here's a baby! Here's another! A sister and her infant brother. Which is which 'tis hard to tell, But "mother" knows them very well. THE RHYME OF TEN LITTLE RABBITS BY KATE N. MYTINGER 1 little rabbit, =one= went out in the field to run. 2 little rabbits, =two= Said they didn't know what to do. 3 little rabbits, =three= Said: "Let us climb a tree." 4 little rabbits, =four= Said: "Let's swing on the old barn door." 5 little rabbits, =five= Said: "We're glad just to be alive." 6 little rabbits, =six= Said: "We like to pick up sticks." 7 little rabbits, =seven= Said: "We wish we were eleven." 8 little rabbits, =eight= Said: "Come let us run through the gate." 9 little rabbits, =nine= Said: "Then let us form in line." 10 little rabbits, =ten= all got in line--and then--wasn't it fun to see them run? IN JULY. BY A. S. WEBBER. 10 Ten little fire crackers Standing in a line, One thought he'd light a match Then-- There were nine. 9 Nine little fire crackers Walking very straight, One caught an engine spark Then-- There were eight. 8 Eight little fire crackers Trying to spell "LEAVEN," One went too near the gas, Then-- There were seven. 7 Seven little fire crackers Cutting up tricks, One played with lighted punk Then-- There were six. 6 Six little fire crackers Glad they are alive, One went to have a smoke Then There were five. 5 Five little fire crackers Wishing there were more, One went to find a friend Then There were four. 4 Four little fire crackers Merry as could be, One played upon the hearth Then There were three. 3 Three little fire crackers Puzzled what to do, One started the kitchen fire Then There were two. 2 Two little fire crackers Looking for some fun, One met a little boy Then There was one. 1 One little fire cracker Sat him down to cry, 'Tis such a risky thing To live In July. The Wish of Priscilla Penelope Powers Priscilla Penelope Powers one day Took tea at a neighbor's just over the way. Two pieces of pie they urged her to take, And seven whole slices of chocolate cake! "Oh, dear," sighed Priscilla Penelope Powers, "I wish I was your little girl 'stead of ours!" _Mrs. John T Van Sant._ Winklelman Von Winkel Winkelman Von Winkel is the wisest man alive, He Knows that one and one make two, and two and three make five; He knows that water runs down hill, that the sun sets in the west, And that for winter weather wear, one's winter clothes are best; In fact, he does not mingle much with common folk around, Because his learning is so great--his wisdom so profound. _Clara Odell Lyon._ TEN LITTLE COOKIES Ten little cookies, brown and crisp and fine-- Grandma gave Baby one; then there were nine. Nine little cookies on a china plate-- Betty took a small one; then there were eight. Eight little cookies, nice and round and even-- The butcher boy ate one; then there were seven. Seven little cookies, much liked by chicks-- The old hen ate one, then there were six. Six little cookies, when grandma went to drive-- Betty had another one; then there were five. Five little cookies, placed too near the door-- The little doggie ate one; then there were four. Four little cookies, brown as brown could be-- Grandma took one for herself, then there were three. Three little cookies--when grandpa said, "I too, Would like a very little one", then there were two. Two little cookies--fast did Betty run To give one to her mamma; then there was one. One little cooky--and now our story is done, Baby Jane ate the last, then there was none. OUR BABY One head with curly |