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A Nursery Song

And two little angels guard him in bed,
"One at the foot, and one at the head.”

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Mary Mapes Dodge (1838-1905]

A NURSERY SONG

OH, Peterkin Рout and Gregory Grout

Are two little goblins black.

Full oft from my house I've driven them out,
But somehow they still come back.

They clamber up to the baby's mouth,
And pull the corners down;

They perch aloft on the baby's brow,

And twist it into a frown.

Chorus:

And one says "Must!" and t'other says "Can't!"
And one says "Shall!" and t'other says "Shan't!"

Oh, Peterkin Pout and Gregory Grout,

I pray you now from my house keep out!

But Samuel Smile and Lemuel Laugh
Are two little fairies bright;

They're always ready for fun and chaff,
And sunshine is their delight.

And when they creep into Baby's eyes,

Why, there the sunbeams are;

And when they peep through her rosy lips,

Her laughter rings near and far.

Chorus:

And one says "Please!" and t'other says "Do!"
And both together say "I love you!"
So, Lemuel Laugh and Samuel Smile,
Come in, my dears, and tarry awhile!

Laura E. Richards [1850

A MORTIFYING MISTAKE

I STUDIED my tables over and over, and backward and

forward, too;

But I couldn't remember six times nine, and I didn't know what to do,

Till sister told me to play with my doll, and not to bother my head.

"If you call her 'Fifty-four' for a while, you'll learn it by heart," she said.

So I took my favorite, Mary Ann (though I thought 'twas a dreadful shame

To give such a perfectly lovely child such a perfectly horrid

name),

And I called her my dear little "Fifty-four" a hundred times, till I knew

The answer of six times nine as well as the answer of two times two.

Next day Elizabeth Wigglesworth, who always acts so proud,

Said, "Six times nine is fifty-two," and I nearly laughed

aloud!

But I wished I hadn't when teacher said, "Now, Dorothy, tell if you can.”

For I thought of my doll and-sakes alive!-I answered, "Mary Ann!"

Anna Maria Pratt [18

THE RAGGEDY MAN

O THE Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa;
An' he's the goodest man ever you saw!
He comes to our house every day,

An' waters the horses, an' feeds 'em hay;
An' he opens the shed-an' we all ist laugh
When he drives out our little old wobble-ly calf;

The Raggedy Man

An' nen-ef our hired girl says he can—
He milks the cow fer 'Lizabuth Ann.-
Ain't he a' awful good Raggedy Man?

Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!

W'y, the Raggedy Man- he's ist so good
He splits the kindlin' an' chops the wood;
An' nen he spades in our garden, too,
An' does most things 'at boys can't do.—
He clumbed clean up in our big tree
An' shooked a' apple down fer me—
An' nother'n', too, fer 'Lizabuth Ann-
An' nother'n', too, fer the Raggedy Man.—
Ain't he a' awful kind Raggedy Man?
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!

An' the Raggedy Man, he knows most rhymes
An' tells 'em, ef I be good, sometimes:
Knows 'bout Giunts, an' Griffuns, an' Elves,
An' the Squidgicum-Squees 'at swallers therselves!
An', wite by the pump in our pasture-lot,

He showed me the hole 'at the Wunks is got,
'At lives 'way deep in the ground, an' can
Turn into me, er ’Lizabuth Ann!
Er Ma, er Pa, er the Raggedy Man!
Ain't he a funny old Raggedy Man?

Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!

The Raggedy Man-one time when he
Was makin' a little bow-n'-orry fer me,
Says, "When you're big like your Pa is,
Air you go' to keep a fine store like his—
An' be a rich merchunt-an' wear fine clothes?—
Er what air you go' to be, goodness knows?"

An' nen he laughed at 'Lizabuth Ann,

An' I says

"'M go' to be a Raggedy Man!—

I'm ist go' to be a nice Raggedy Man!"

Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!

James Whitcomb Riley [1852

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THE MAN IN THE MOON

SAID the Raggedy Man, on a hot afternoon, "My!

Sakes!

What a lot o' mistakes

Some little folks makes on The Man in the Moon!

But people that's b'en up to see him, like me,
And calls on him frequent and intimutly,

Might drop a few facts that would interest you
Clean!

Through!

If you wanted 'em to

Some actual facts that might interest you!

"O The Man in the Moon has a crick in his back;

Whee!

Whimm!

Ain't you sorry for him?

And a mole on his nose that is purple and black;
And his eyes are so weak that they water and run
If he dares to dream even he looks at the sun,-
So he jes' dreams of stars, as the doctors advise-

My!
Eyes!

But isn't he wise

To jes' dream of stars, as the doctors advise?

And The Man in the Moon has a boil on his ear,

Whee!

Whing!

What a singular thing!

I know! but these facts are authentic, my dear,-
There's a boil on his ear; and a corn on his chin,—
He calls it a dimple-but dimples stick in-

Yet it might be a dimple turned over, you know!
Whang!
Ho!

Why, certainly so!

It might be a dimple turned over, you know!

Little Orphant Annie

"And The Man in the Moon has a rheumatic knee,—

Gee!

Whizz!

What a pity that is!

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And his toes have worked round where his heels ought to be.

So whenever he wants to go North he goes South,

And comes back with porridge crumbs all round his mouth,

And he brushes them off with a Japanese fan.

Whing!
Whann!

What a marvelous man!

What a very remarkably marvelous man!

"And The Man in the Moon," sighed the Raggedy Man, "Gits!

So!

Sullonesome, you know,

Up there by hisse'f sence creation began!—

That when I call on him and then come away,
He grabs me and holds me and begs me to stay,—
Till-Well! if it wasn't fer Jimmy-cum-Jim,

Dadd!

Limb!

I'd go pardners with him—

Jes' jump my job here and be pardners with him!"
James Whitcomb Riley [1852-

LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE

LITTLE Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,

An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs

away,

An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth,

an' sweep,

An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board

an❜-keep;

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