Oh, Susan Blue, How do you do? Please may I go for a walk with you? Where shall we go? Oh, I know— Down in the meadow where the cowslips grow!
BLUE SHOES
Little Blue Shoes Mustn't go Very far alone, you know Else she'll fall down, Or, lose her way; Fancy—what Would mamma say? Better put her little hand Under sister's wise command. When she's a little older grown Blue Shoes may go quite alone.
STREET SHOW
Puff, puff, puff. How the trumpets blow All you little boys and girls come and see the show. One—two—three, the Cat runs up the tree; But the little Bird he flies away— "She hasn't got me!"
TO THE SUN DOOR
They saw it rise in the morning, They saw it set at night, And they longed to go and see it, Ah! if they only might.
The little soft white clouds heard them, And stepped from out of the blue; And each laid a little child softly Upon its bosom of dew.
And they carried them higher and higher, And they nothing knew any more Until they were standing waiting In front of the round gold door.
And they knocked, and called, and entreated, Whoever should be within; But all to no purpose, for no one Would hearken to let them in.
THE DAISIES
You very fine Miss Molly, What will the daisies say, If you carry home so many Of their little friends to-day?
Perhaps you take a sister, Perhaps you take a brother, Or two little daisies who Were fond of one another.
THE DANCING FAMILY
Pray let me introduce you to This little dancing family; For morning, afternoon, and night They danced away so happily.
They twirled round about, They turned their toes out; The people wondered what the noise Could all be about.
They danced from early morning, Till very late at night; Both in-doors and out-of-doors, With very great delight.
And every sort of dance they knew, From every country far away; And so it was no wonder that They should keep dancing all the day.
So dancing—dancing—dancing, In sunshine or in rain; And when they all left off, Why then—they all began again.
GOING TO SEE GRANDMAMMA
Little Molly and Damon Are walking so far, For they're going to see Their kind Grandmamma.
And they very well know, When they get there she'll take From out of her cupboard Some very nice cake.
And into her garden They know they may run, And pick some red currants, And have lots of fun.
So Damon to doggie Says, "How do you do?" And asks his mamma If he may not go too.
WISHES
Oh, if you were a little boy, And I was a little girl— Why you would have some whiskers grow And then my hair would curl.
Ah! if I could have whiskers grow, I'd let you have my curls; But what's the use of wishing it— Boys never can be girls.