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The Cottage
by Eleanor Farjeon
When I live in a Cottage
I shall keep in my cottage
Two different Dogs,
Three creamy Cows,
Four giddy Goats,
Five Pewter Pots,
Six silver Spoons,
Seven busy Beehives,
Eight ancient Appletrees,
Nine red Rosebushes,
Ten teeming Teapots,
Eleven chirping Chickens,
Twelve cosy Cats with their Kittenish Kittens, and
One Blessed Baby in a Basket.
That's what I'll have when I live in my Cottage.
In the Meadow
In the meadow -what is in the meadow?
Bluebells, buttercups. meadowsweet,
and fairy rings for children's feet,
In the meadow.
Block City
by Robert L. Stevenson
What are you able to build with your blocks?
Castles and palaces, temples, and docks?
Rain may keep raining, and others go roam.
But I can be happy and building at home.
Trees
by Sara Coleridge
The Oak is called the king of trees,
The Aspen quivers in the breeze,
The Poplar grows up straight and tall,
The Peach tree spreads along the wall,
The Sycamore gives pleasant shade,
The Willow droops in watery glade,
The Fir tree useful timber gives,
The Beach amid the forest lives.
War
by Shel Silverstein
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.
Glad
I'm glad the sky is painted blue
And the Earth is painted green
With such a lot of nice fresh air
all sandwiched in between.
At the Seaside
By Robert L. Stevenson
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spoon they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come up no more.
Rainbow One
by Sonja Dunn
Please don't rush me Daddy
I want to taste the Sun
I want to climb the rainbow
Now that the storm is done.
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For Clara Evangeline
by Sonja Dunn
Sh sh quiet my dear
Sh sh sleepy time's here
May all your sweet dreams
Come true through the night
When the silver moon
beams.
Mr. Moon
By Bliss Carman
O Moon, Mr. Moon,
When you comin' down?
Down on the hilltop,
Down in the glen,
Out in the clearin',
To play with little men?
Moon, Mr. Moon,
When you comin' down?
O Mr. Moon,
Hurry along!
The reeds in the current
Are whisperin' slow;
The river's a wimplin'
To and fro.
Hurry up along,
Or you'll miss the song!
Moon, Mr. Moon,
When you comin' down?
O Moon, Mr. Moon,
When you coming down?
Down where the Good Folk
Dance in a ring,
Down where the Little Folk
Sing?
Moon, Mr. Moon,
When you comin' down?
The Moon
by Eliza Lee Follen
Oh, look at the moon!
She is shining up there;
Oh Mother, she looks
like a lamp in the air.
Last week she was smaller,
And shaped like a bow;
But now she's grown bigger
And round as an O.
Pretty moon, pretty moon,
How you shine on the door,
And make it all bright
On my nursery floor.
You shine on my playthings,
And show me their place,
And I love to look up
At your pretty bright face.
And there is a star
Close by you, and maybe
that small twinkling star
Is your little baby.
Boys and Girls Come out to Play
Girls and boys come out to play,
The moon doth shine as bright as day;
Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
and come with your playfellows into the street.
Come with a whoop, come with a call,
Come with a good will or not at all.
Up the ladder and down the wall,
a half-penny roll will serve us all.
You find milk, and I'll find flour,
And we'll have pudding in half an hour.
A Year is a Circle
by Joan Walsch Anglund
A year is a circle...twelve months in a row,
filled with so much to see and to know.
A year is a garland, four seasons in all.
A Spring, and a Winter, a Summer, a Fall.
A year is a ring of new days and nights,
each of them bringing a thousand delights.
A year is a gift of Time all brand new,
and THIS year is waiting especially for YOU!
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The Light-Hearted Fairy
Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
As the light-hearted fairy? heigh ho, heigh Ho!
He dances and sings
To the sounds of his wings,
With a hey and a heigh and a ho!
Oh, who is so merry, so airy, heigh ho!
As the light-hearted fairy? heigh ho, Heigh ho!
His nectar he sips,
From the primroses' lips,
With a hey and a heigh and a ho!
Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
As the light-hearted-fairy? Heigh ho, heigh ho!
The night is his noon
And his sun is the moon,
With a hey and a heigh and a ho!
A Fairy Went A-Marketing
by Rose Fyleman
A Fairy went a marketing-
She bought a little fish;
She put it a crystal bowl
Upon a golden dish.
An hour she sat in wonderment
And watched its silver gleam,
And then she gently took it up
And slipped it in a stream.
A fairy went a marketing-
She bought a colored bird;
It sang the sweetest, shrillest song
That ever she had heard.
She sat beside the painted cage
And listened half the day.
And then she opened wide the door
And let it fly away.
A fairy went a marketing-
She bought a winter gown
All stitched about with gossamer
And lined with thistledown.
She wore it all afternoon
With prancing and delight,
then gave it to a little frog
To keep him warm at night.
A fairy went a-marketing-
She bought a gentle mouse
To take her tiny messages,
and keep her tiny house.
All day she kept its busy feet
Pit-patting to and fro,
And then she kissed its silken ears,
Thanked it, and let it go.
The Little Elf
by John Bangs
I met a little Elf man, once,
Down where the lilies blow.
I asked him why he was so small,
And why he didn't grow.
He slightly frowned, and with his eye
He loooked me through and through,
"I'm quite as big for me,"
said he, "As you are big for you."
In April
In April's sweet month,
When leaves begin to Spring,
Little lanks skip like fairies,
and birds build and sing.
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