The Peter Patter Book of Nursery Rhymes Part 5

But when it snows and when it blows, How would you like to be A kitten in a coffee can Upon the Irish Sea?

DUCKLE, DAISY

Duckle, duckle, daisy, Martha must be crazy, She went and made a Christmas cake Of olive oil and gluten-flake, And set it in the sink to bake, Duckle, duckle, daisy.

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I'VE GOT A NEW BOOK

I've got a new book from my Grandfather Hyde.

It's skin on the cover and paper inside, And reads about Arabs and horses and slaves, And tells how the Caliph of Bagdad behaves.

I'd not take a goat and a dollar beside For the book that I got from my Grandfather Hyde.

THE CARROT AND THE RABBIT

A carrot in a garden And a rabbit in the wood.

Said the rabbit, "Beg your pardon, But you're surely meant for food; Though you've started in to harden, You may still be very good."

HIPPY-HI-HOPPY

Hippy-Hi-Hoppy, the big fat toad, Greeted his friends at a turn of the road.

Said he to the snail: "Here's a ring for your tail If you'll go into town for my afternoon mail."

Said he to the rat: "I have talked with the cat; And she'll nab you so quick you won't know where you're at."

Said he to the lizard: "I'm really no wizard, But I'll show you a trick that will tickle your gizzard."

Said he to the lark: "When it gets fairly dark We'll chase the mosquitoes in Peek-a-Boo Park."

Said he to the owl: "If it were not for your scowl I'd like you as well as most any wild fowl."

Said he to the wren: "You're tiny, but then I'll marry you quick, if you'll only say when."

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UP ON THE GARDEN GATE

Set me up on the garden gate And put on my Sunday tie; I want to be there With a round-eyed stare When the circus band goes by.

Give me a bag of suckerettes And give me a piece of gum, Then I'll get down And treat the clown, And give the monkey some.

'MOST ANY CHIP

'Most any chip Will do for a s.h.i.+p, If only the cargo be Golden sand From the beautiful land Of far-off Arcady.

For faith will waft The tiny craft O'er Fancy's s.h.i.+ning sea.

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A MOON SONG

Who hung his hat on the moon?

The owl in his bubble balloon.

One bright summer night He sailed out of sight, And, hooting like Lucifer, hung in delight His three-cornered hat on the moon.

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?

"What makes you laugh, my little la.s.s, From morning until noon?"

"I saw a dappled donkey Throwing kisses at the moon."

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