Hop-O-My-Thumb (Clara Doty Bates Poems)
Once on a time there was a fagot-maker, And he had seven sons. Who could be aught but ...
Once on a time there was a fagot-maker, And he had seven sons. Who could be aught but ...
Nose to window, Still as a mouse, Watching grampa "Bank the house." Out of the barrow ...
Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Little Goody Two-Shoes! Do you know about her? Well, I'm ready now to tell ...
The ringing bells and the booming cannon Proclaimed on a summer morn That in the good king's royal ...
Poor, pretty little thing she was, The sweetest-faced of girls, With eyes as blue as larkspurs, And ...
Once on a time there was a man so hideous and ugly That little children shrank and tried to ...
I see a little group about my chair, Lovers of stories all! First, Saxon Edith, of the corn-silk ...
Ah, very, very poor was she-- Old Dame Pig, with her children three! Robust, beautiful little ones ...
A Wee, wee woman Was little old Dame Fidget, And she lived by herself In a wee, ...
Knit, knit, knit, knit! See old white-capped Pussy sit, Fairly gray with worry and care, In her ...
Come, list to my story, More sorry, by far, To her who must tell it, And you ...
Dick, as a little lad, was told That the London streets were paved with gold. He never, in ...
A miller had three sons, And, on his dying day, He willed that all he owned should be ...
What was Bo-Peep? Can anyone guess? Why, little Bo-Peep was a shepherdess! And she dressed in a short ...
A lazy and careless boy was Jack,-- He would not work, and he would not play; And so ...
If you listen, children, I will tell The story of little Red Riding-hood: Such wonderful, wonderful things befell ...
Little boys, sit still-- Girls, too, if you will-- And let me tell you of Jack and Jill; ...
All alone in the field Stands John S. Crow; And a curious sight is he, With his ...
Silver Locks was a little girl, Lovely and good; She strayed out one day And got lost ...
Dame Spider had spun herself lank and thin With trying to take her neighbors in; Grasshopper had traveled ...
One sunny day, in the early spring, Before a bluebird dared to sing, Cloaked and furred as in ...
Sir Arthur, the sinner, Ate twelve fish for dinner, And you may believe it's just as I say! ...
Come, see how the ladies ride, All so pretty, all so gay, In their beauty, in ...
What a silly bobolink, Down in the meadow grasses! What can the noisy fellow think, When, to ...
Little Dame Spider had finished her spinning, Just as the warm summer day was beginning, And the white ...
'Twas a good little lady fairy, Who saddled her wee white mouse, And rode away to the village, ...
Tick-Tack! tick-tack! This way, that way, forward, back, Swings the pendulum to and fro, Always regular, always ...
Whisk!--away in the sun His little flying feet Scamper as softly fleet As ever the rabbits run. ...
The little brown owl sits up in the Tree, And if you look well His big eyes you ...
Buz, Buz, Buz--says the Great buzzing Bee. Go away butterfly--this flower is for me. Why? Why? Why? says ...
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