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Cocks And Hens Cocks And Hens

Cocks And Hens
(To imitate the call of the fowls.) Hen. Cock, cock, cock, cock, I've laid an egg; Am I to gang ba-are-foot? Cock. Hen, hen, hen, hen, I've been up and down, To every shop in town, And cannot find a shoe To fit your foot, If I'd crow my... Poems - Post by : ksmytles - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 3064

The Three Little Kittens The Three Little Kittens

The Three Little Kittens
(A Cat's Tale, with Additions.) Three little kittens lost their mittens; And they began to cry, O mother dear, We very much fear That we have lost our mittens. Lost your mittens! You naughty kittens Then you shall have no pie Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. No, you shall have no pie Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. The three little kittens found their mittens, And they began to... Poems - Post by : wmulau - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 2639

The Little Boy's Good Night The Little Boy's Good Night

The Little Boy's Good Night
The sun is hidden from our sight, The birds are sleeping sound; 'Tis time to say to all "Good night," And give a kiss all round. II. Good night, my father, mother dear; Now kiss your little son; Good night, my friends both far and near, Good night to every one. III. Good night, ye merry, merry birds; Sleep well till morning light; I wish I understood your words; Perhaps you sing, Good night. IV.... Poems - Post by : rjs11379 - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 2972

The Little Boy's May Day Song The Little Boy's May Day Song

The Little Boy's May Day Song
"The flowers are blooming every where, On every hill and dell; And O, how beautiful they are! How fresh and sweet they smell!" "The little brooks, they dance along, And look so free and gay, I love to hear their pleasant song; I feel as glad as they." "The young lambs bleat and frisk about, The bees hum round their hive, The butterflies are coming out; 'Tis good to be alive." "The trees, that looked so stiff... Poems - Post by : Aceicol - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 1851

Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Ding Dong!

Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
Ding dong! ding dong! I'll sing you a song; 'Tis about a little bird; He sat upon a tree, And he sang to me, And I never spoke a word. Ding dong! ding dong! I'll sing you a song; 'Tis about a little mouse; He looked very cunning, As I saw him running About my father's house. Ding dong! ding dong! I'll sing you a song About my little... Poems - Post by : minimick - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 2477

The Poor Man The Poor Man

The Poor Man
The poor man is old, He is hungry and cold, Let us give him some bread to eat; Let him come to the fire, Let us build it up higher, Let us give the poor man a warm seat. The poor man is weak; How pale is his cheek! Perhaps he has met with some sorrow; Let us give him a bed, Where his poor weary head May rest, and feel better to-morrow.(The end)Eliza Lee Cabot... Poems - Post by : partners - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 2528

The Baby's Birthday The Baby's Birthday

The Baby's Birthday
Come, Charles, blow the trumpet, And George, beat the drum, For this is the baby's birthday! Little Annie shall sing, And Jemmy shall dance, And father the jews-harp will play. Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re. Come toss up the ball, And spin the hum top; We'll have a grand frolic to-day; Let's make some soap bubbles,... Poems - Post by : heymichelle - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 2761

Charlie Boy Charlie Boy

Charlie Boy
O, look at my hat; How nicely it suits! O, look at my feet; I've got on new boots! Hurrah! for Charlie boy. My boots they are stiff, My boots they are tall, And they hold me up straight, So I cannot fall. Hurrah! for Charlie boy. I'll do mother's errands As well as I can; I've got on new boots, And so I'm a man. Hurrah! for Charlie boy.(The end)Eliza Lee Cabot Follen's poem:... Poems - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 3792

Ringely Ringely Ringely Ringely

Ringely Ringely
Ringely ringely dah-re-roon, My baby has slept till almost noon, Ringely ringely dah-re-roon, My baby shall have his breakfast soon. Ringely ringely dah-re-roon, Here is his milk and here is his spoon, Ringely ringely dah-re-roon, He'll be a month older when comes next moon.(The end)Eliza Lee Cabot Follen's poem: Ringely Ringely... Poems - Post by : Vondre_Whaley - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 2180

When Evening Is Come When Evening Is Come

When Evening Is Come
When evening is come, And father's at home, Mother says that we may Have a go-to-bed play. A book he will bring us, A song he will sing us, A story he'll tell us, He'll make believe sell us. And we will cut papers, And all sorts of capers, And laugh, dance, and play, And frolic away, When evening is come, And father's at home.(The end)Eliza Lee Cabot Follen's poem: When Evening Is Come... Poems - Post by : TheVCF - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 2447

It Can't Be So It Can't Be So

It Can't Be So
A boy once went the world around, Till he a golden castle found; Then laughed the boy, Then thought the boy, "O, were that golden castle mine, How brightly then my house would shine!" O, no! O, no! O, no! My little boy, it can't be so. Again he went the world around, Till he a flying pony found; Then laughed the boy, Then thought the boy, "O, were that flying pony mine, Then I should be a... Poems - Post by : jsolochek - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 906

Little Mary Little Mary

Little Mary
Little Mary was good; The weather was fair; She went with her mother To taste the fresh air. The birds they were singing; Mary chatted away; And she was as happy And merry as they.(The end)Eliza Lee Cabot Follen's poem: Little Mary... Poems - Post by : scpk95 - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 3508

Work And Play Work And Play

Work And Play
Come let us take a walk,-- The rain has gone away,-- And have some pleasant talk, And laugh, and sing, and play. The old hen dries her wings, The young lambs frisk away The merry sparrow sings; Come let us go and play. The brook runs gayly on As though it were in play, And says to every one, "Let's have some fun to-day." The little busy bee Doth sing and work all day,... Poems - Post by : PlayersGolf - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 3589

Swing Swong Swing Swong

Swing Swong
Swing swong, Here we go; Sing a song, Hurrah ho! Swing swong, Here we go; Hold in strong, Hurrah ho! Swing swong, Here we go; Fly along, Hurrah ho!(The end)Eliza Lee Cabot Follen's poem: Swing Swong... Poems - Post by : magellon - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 3258

Frolic In The Snow Frolic In The Snow

Frolic In The Snow
"See the snow! see the snow! Hear the winter wind blow; Make the fire burn bright; Shut the doors up tight; Let it storm, let it storm; My Willy shall be warm." "Dear mother, let me go And frolic in the snow; Tis so soft and so light, So beautiful and white, 'Twill not hurt me I know; Let me go, let me go." "I don't mind the cold; I am three years old; Look at little Rover; He is powdered all over: Let me... Poems - Post by : jojac - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 3675

The Farm Yard The Farm Yard

The Farm Yard
The cock is crowing, The cows are lowing, The ducks are quacking, The dogs are barking, The ass is braying, The horse is neighing; Was there ever such a noise! The birds are singing, The bell is ringing, The pigs are squeaking, The barn door creaking, The brook is babbling, The geese are gabbling Mercy on us, what a noise! The sheep are... Poems - Post by : mmaniakk - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 1309

Kitty In The Basket Kitty In The Basket

Kitty In The Basket
"Where is my little basket gone?" Said Charlie boy one day; "I guess some little boy or girl Has taken it away." "And Kitty too, I can't find her; O, dear! what shall I do? I wish I could my basket find, And little Kitty too." "I'll go to mother's room and look; Perhaps she may be there, For Kitty loves to take a nap In mother's easy chair." "O mother! mother! come and look!... Poems - Post by : kadmon - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 2118

The Stars And The Babies The Stars And The Babies

The Stars And The Babies
When the stars go to sleep, The babies awake, And they prattle and sparkle all day; Then the stars light their lamps, And their playtime they take, While the babies are sleeping away. So good night, little baby, And shut up your eyes; Let the stars now have their turn at play; They soon will begin To shoot through the skies, And dance in the bright milky way. No, no, my dear nurse,... Poems - Post by : 45997 - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 1959

Fiddlededee Fiddlededee

Fiddlededee
Fiddledee diddledee dido, A poor little boy he cried, O; He cried, for what? O, I've forgot; Perhaps you had better ask Fido. Fiddledee diddledee dido, The dog ran off to hide, O; He'll bark and squeak, But never speak-- There's no use in asking Fido.(The end)Eliza Lee Cabot Follen's poem: Fiddlededee... Poems - Post by : rekognize - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 2502

Do You Guess It Is I? Do You Guess It Is I?

Do You Guess It Is I?
I. I am a little thing; I am not very high; I laugh, dance and sing, And sometimes I cry. II. I have a little head All covered o'er with hair, And I hear what is said With my two ears there. III. On my two feet I walk; I run too with ease; With my little tongue I talk Just as much as I please. IV. I have ten fingers too,... Poems - Post by : winfordg - Date : May 2011 - Author : Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - Read : 2063