Chinese Mother Goose Rhymes Part 11

A bald-head is sick, And the second's afraid, The third calls a doctor, The fourth gives him aid.

By the fifth he is borne, By the sixth he is buried, The seventh comes crying Because he is worried.

When asked by an eighth, Why it was that he cried, He said, "In my home, A dear bald-head has died."

"Come, bury him quickly, I fear a great h.o.a.rd Of the seeds of his spirit Will spring from his gourd."

TURNING THE MILL

The big dog's gone to the city, The little dog's run away, The egg has fallen and broken, And the oil leaked out, they say, But you be a roller, And hull with power, And I'll be a mill-stone And grind the flour.

SWALLOW'S NEST

Pat, pat, A swallow's nest we'll make, And if we pat some money out We'll buy ourselves a cake.

THE LOCUST TREES

The locust trees, See how they grow!

Here in their shade We will have a show.

Other people's children All have come, But my little girl Is still at home.

Just as I speak, She is coming along, Riding a donkey And singing a song.

Her parasol open She holds in her hand, Her hair is done up In a neat little band.

THE WEDDING

Beat the drum, beat the drum, We're coming in a chair, Who will clear the way For the girl that's coming here?

Beat the drum, beat the drum, See, the chair is coming, Ho'rh ho! clear the way!

Don't you hear the drumming?

THE PIG-STYE

On the top of a mountain There stands a pig-stye And the fighting of parents Has made the child cry.

Baby, baby, Don't you cry, Wait, and I'll whip The old man by-and-by.

THE CAMEL-BACK BRIDGE

If you chance to be crossing The camel-back bridge, Each step leads you up Till you come to the ridge.

The lantern-gra.s.s floats On the pond like a sail, The silver-fish bites At the gold-fish's tail.

The big-bellied frog Sitting there on the rock, Keeps constantly calling Wa'rh wa, wa'rh wa.

THE SENSES

Little eyes see pretty things, Little nose smells what is sweet, Little ears hear pleasant sounds, Mouth likes luscious things to eat.

CAKE BAKING

We turn the cake, The cake we bake, We put in oil, or pork, or steak And when 'tis done, We'll have some fun, And give a piece to every one.

WEDDING FEAST

A big cow's horn We will blow, blow, blow, To our sister's wedding feast We will go, go, go.

Who will drive the cart?

My big brother; Who will eat the feast?

A sister of my mother.

Who will pack her trunk?