In My Nursery Part 4

Little yellow Sunbeam Flew back to the sky.

Running to her father, She began to cry: "Father, you must vanis.h.!.+

Run and hide your head!

There's a brighter sun than you In the baby's bed."

BABY'S BELONGINGS.

Here are the baby's bonny blue eyes.

What shall we give her to see?

A calico doll and a parrotty poll, As funny as funny can be.

Here are the baby's little pink ears.

What shall we give her to hear?

A bell that will ring, and a bird that will sing, And a brook that goes tinkling clear.

Here is the baby's little wee nose.

What shall we give her to smell?

A hyacinth blue and a violet too, And roses and lilies as well.

Here is the baby's pretty red mouth.

What shall we give her to eat?

A sugary heart and a raspberry tart, And everything else that is sweet.

And here are the baby's little fat hands.

What shall we give her to hold?

A sunbeam? That's right! and a rainbow bright, And plenty of silver and gold.

INFANTRY TACTICS.

_Present arms!_ There they are, Both stretched out to me.

Strong and st.u.r.dy, smooth and white, Fair as arms may be.

_Ground arms!_ on the floor, Picking up his toys: Breaking all within his reach, Busiest of boys.

_Right wheel!_ off his cart, Left wheel too is gone.

Horsey's head is broken off, Horsey's tail is torn.

_Quick step_, forward march!

Crying, too, he comes.

Had a battle with the cat.

"Scratched off bofe my fums!"

_Shoulder arms!_ Here at last, Round my neck they close.

Poor little soldier boy Off to quarters goes.

BABY BO.

Fly away, fly away, Birdie oh!

Bring something home to my Baby Bo!

Bring him a feather and bring him a song, And sing to him sweetly all the day long.

Hoppety, kickety, Gra.s.shopper oh!

Bring something home to my Baby Bo!

Bring him a thistle and bring him a thorn, Hop over his head and then be gone.

Howlibus, gowlibus, Doggibus oh!

Bring something home to my Baby Bo!

Bring him a snarl and bring him a snap, And bring him a posy to put in his cap.

Twinkily, winkily, Firefly oh!

Bring something home to my Baby Bo!

Bring him a moonbeam and bring him a star, Then twinkily, winkily, fly away far.

THE DIFFERENCE.

Eight fingers, Ten toes, Two eyes, And one nose.

Baby said When she smelt the rose, "Oh! what a pity I've only one nose!"

Ten teeth In even rows, Three dimples, And one nose.

Baby said When she smelt the snuff, "Deary me!

One nose is enough."

LITTLE JOHN BOTTLEJOHN.

Little John Bottlejohn lived on the hill, And a blithe little man was he.

And he won the heart of a pretty mermaid Who lived in the deep blue sea.

And every evening she used to sit And sing on the rocks by the sea, "Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn, Won't you come out to me?"

Little John Bottlejohn heard her song, And he opened his little door.