Chinese Mother Goose Rhymes Part 8

Oh, look there!

Oh, look there!

A great, big rat all covered with hair!

DO AS YOU OUGHT

In the first month, when it is night, If you are wise, your lamp you'll light; And when the second month you meet, If you are hungry you should eat; And in the third month most of all, To build a house you must lay a wall.

 

MY NEPHEW

My nephew is a naughty boy, He comes here every day, He eats until he's very full, And then he runs away.

RED PEPPER FLOWER

A red pepper flower, Ling, ling, ling, Mama will listen And baby will sing.

DON'T BE CRUEL

A mule going up hill, A donkey on the street, Or a horse coming down hill You never ought to beat.

FLOWER POT

A wee little flower-pot, very deep green, With just the sweetest flowers that ever were seen; Mother with her babies playing very funny, Father doing business, making lots of money, Grandpa very old, but never going to die, Grandma just as bright as a star in the sky.

A NEW BABY

A gilt-wood mace, And silvered things, My grandfather plays, And grandmother sings; My grandmother sings till broad daylight, And a baby comes to our home at night; They place the child by the pot on the ground, And it eats rice soup with a sucking sound.

THE DEAD CICADA

The rain has come And has overflowed, The dew and the frost Are on the road.

The last of the gra.s.s Has drooped its head, The cicada is on it, Frozen dead.

BROTHER WANTS FRUIT

My dear little brother, Is fat and is round, A bracelet he wears on his arm, A red chest protector, A green pair of pants, Keep him neither too cool nor too warm.

A small tuft of hair On the side of his head, In his cheeks dainty dimples that suit; When he toddles he trembles, To sister he says: "Tum an' buy itty bothy some f'uit."

THE OLD WOMAN

There was an old woman, As I have heard tell, She went to sell pie, But her pie would not sell.

She hurried back home, But her door-step was high, And she stumbled and fell And a dog ate her pie.

FROGGIE

Froggie, old froggie, Come over to me; You'll never go back To your home in the sea.

You're an idle old croker As ever I saw, And if not calling papa, You're calling mama.

THE LAZY WOMAN

The lazy woman She sweeps the floor, And leaves the dirt Inside the door.