Can anyone tell me what Rabbits like best to eat? I'll tell you what! I shall give you a clue. They are yellow as gold, they can also tell you the time. Have you guessed yet? Read on for another clue.
The Dandelions
"O Dandelion, yellow as gold, What do you do all day ?" "I just wait here in the tall green grass Till the children come to play."
"O dandelion, yellow as gold, What do you do all night?" "I wait and wait till the cool dew falls, And my hair grows long and white."
"And what do you do when your hair is white, And the children come out to play?" "They take me in their dimpled hands, And blow my hair away."
Mrs Erskin. You will find many more old poems and nursery rhymes like this at ; http://diddilydeedotsdreamland.zoomshare.com/ and http://seligorscastle.zoomshare.com/
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Mary Mapes Dodge (26 January 1831–21 August 1905)
ALL THESE LITTLE RHYMES AND JINGLES ARE FROM THE WONDERFUL MIND AND PEN OF MARY MAPES DODGE. An American lady who edited St. Nicholas, the American magazine for children. She had the happy knack of appealing to children both by her thought and the form in which her thought was clothed in words. The good influence of her writings may be judged from such a piece as The Three Old Ladies. Messrs. Charles Scribner's Sons publish her verses, and to which we owe a great deal of gratitude, that, even though most of them are well over a century old, we still have them around to read toour children and our children's, children.
LITTLE WHITE FEATHERS
Little white feathers, Filling the air - Little white feathers, How come ye there? "We come from the cloud-birds Sailing so high; They're shaking their white wings Up in the sky." Little white feathers, How swift you go! Little white snowflakes, O love you so! "We are swift because We have work to do; But hold up your face, And we'll kiss you true."
THE GOOD LITTLE GIRLS
Oh, where are all the good little girls? Where are they all today? And where are all the good little boys? Tell me, somebody, pray.
Safe in their father's and mother's hearts The girls are stowed away; And where the girls are, look for the boys - Or so I've heard folk say.
THE THREE OLD LADIES
There was an old lady all dressed in silk, Who lived upon lemons and buttermilk: And, thinking the world was a sour old place, She carried its acid all over her face.
Another old lady, all dresses in patches, Lived upon nothing but lucifer matches; So the world it made her strangle and cough, And sure as you rubbed her you set her off.
Another old lady, all sunny and neat, Who lived upon sugar and everything sweet, Exclaimed, when she heard of their troubles, "I never! For the world is so nice I could live on forever!"
Now children, take your choice Of the food your heart shall eat; There are sourish thoughts, And brimstone thoughts, And thoughts all good and sweet.
And whatever the heart feeds on, Dear children, trust to me, Is precisely what this queer old world Will seem to you to be.
BILLY BOY Poor Billy boy was music mad, on music mad was he; And yet he was as blithe a lad, as any lad could be. With a "hey-de-diddle, bow and fiddle, Rig-a-my, ho!" sang he - For Billy was as blithe a lad, as any lad could be.
"Nobody knows the joys I know, or sees the sights I see; So play me high, or play me low, my fiddles enough for me. It takes me here, it takes me there - So play me low or high - It finds me, binds me, anywhere, and lifts me to the sky." With a "hey-de-diddle, bow and fiddle, Rig-a-my, ho!" sang he - For Billy was as blithe a lad as any lad could be.
ONE AND ONE
Two little girls are better than one; Two little boys can double the fun; Two little birds can build a fine nest; Two little arms can love mother best; Two little ponies must go to a span; Two little pockets has my little man; Two little eyes to open and close, Two little ears and one little nose, Two little elbows,dimpled and sweet, Two little shoes on two little feet, Two little lips and one little chin, Two little cheeks with a rose shut in, Two little shoulders, chubby and strong, Two little legs running all day long. Two little prayers does my darling say, Twice doth he kneel by my side each day, Two little folded hands, soft and brown, Two little eyelids cast meekly down, And two little angels guard him in bed, One at the foot and one at the head.
BUNNIES AND BABIES THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
When children are playing alone on the green, In comes the playmate that never was seen. When children are happy and lonely and good, The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood.
Nobody heard him and nobody saw, His is a picture you never could draw, But he's sure to be present, abroad or at home, When children are happy and playing alone.
He lies in the laurels, he runs on the grass, He sings when you tinkle and musical glass; Whene'er you are happy and cannot tell why, The Friend of the Children is sure to be by! He loves to be little, he hates to be big, 'Tis he that inhabits the caves that you dig, 'Tis he when you play with your soldiers of tin That sides with the Frenchmen and never can win.
'Tis he, when at night you go off to your bed, Bids you go to your sleep and not trouble your head; For wherever they're lying, in cupboard or shelf, 'Tis he will take care of your playthings himself!
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Dainty little maiden, whither would you wander? Whither from this pretty home, the home where mother dwells? "Far and far away," said the dainty little maiden, "All among the gardens, auriculas, anemones, Roses and lilies and Canterbury-bells
Dainty little maiden, whither would you wander? Whither from this pretty house, this city-house of ours? "Far and far away," said the dainty little maiden, "All among the meadows, the clover and the clematis, Daisies and kingcups and honeysuckle-flowers By the wonderful Alfred Lord Tennyson
MY GARDEN
I have a garden of my own, Shining with flowers of every hue; I loved it dearly while alone, But I shall love it more with you: And there the golden bees shall come In summer-time at break of morn, And wake us with their busy hum, Around the Silea's fragrant thorn.
I have a fawn from Aden's land, On leafy buds and berries nursed; And you shall feed him from your hand, Though he may start with fear at first. And I will lead you where he lies, For shelter from the noontide heat; And you may touch his sleeping eyes, And feel his little silvery feet
"I used to live in Aden."
Another of the old and wonderful poets, Thomas Moore
.
EGG - SHELLS
by Elizabeth Fleming Oh, never leave your egg - shells unbroken in the cup; Think of us poor sailor men and always smash them up, For witches come and find them and sail away to sea, And make a lot of misery for mariners like me.
They take them to the sea shore and set them on the tide- A broom-stick for a paddle is all they have to guide- And off they go to China or around the ports to Spain, To try and keep our sailing ships from coming home again.
They call up all the tempests from Davy Jones's store, And blow us into water where we haven't been before; And when the masts are falling in splinters on the wrecks, The witches climb the rigging ropes and dance upon the decks.
So never leave your egg-shells unbroken in the cup; Think of us poor sailor - men and always smash them up; For witches come and find them and sail away to sea, And make a lot of misery for mariners like me.
Wow, wasn't that brilliant, oh yes I did like that one. It was written by a lady called Elizabeth Fleming, who I think died about 1943.I did find out though that leaving an egg - shell whole, was bad luck as was stated by, I quote. "The tiny egg has been the centre of magic since creation. The Roman Pliny (77 AD)
wrote about the fear associated with eggs: "there is no one...who does not dread
being spell-bound by means of evil imprecations; and hence the practice, after eating eggs
or snails, of immediately breaking shells or piercing them with a spoon"
Can you match some of the pictures with the Alphabet or Names
AN ALPHABET OF NAMES.
A is for Alan, who Angled in Ayr.
B is for Bobby, who had Buns for a Bear.
C is for Clara, who Came with her Chum.
D is for Donald, who Danced to a Drum.
E is for Eva, who Encountered an Eel.
F is for Francis, who Fashioned a Frill.
G is for George, who had Gone to the Glen.
H is for Harry who Had a red Hat.
I is for Irene who Intends to use Ink.
J is for Joseph, who Jumped a high Jink.
K is for Kenneth, who Kept a large Kite.
L is for Lawrence, who Laughed much to Late.
M is for Mervyn who Marched to the Mine.
N is for Norman, he caught Newts all of Nine.
O is for Ossie, whom an Owl did Observe.
P is for Peggy, with a Pot of Preserve.
Q is for Queenie who Quashed a Quails nose.
R is for Rosie, who had a Red Rose.
S is for Susan, who Stood in her Shoe.
T is for Tina, who Tried a Tattoo.
U is for Una, who Upset Uncle worse .
V is for Violet, Victorious in Verse.
W is for William, he Went to the Well.
X is for Xavier, who eXpects to eXcel.
Y is for Yolanda, she Yodels and Yells.
Z is for Zac, a Zealot with Zeal.
BUNNIES AND BABIES
Tell me a story, tell me a story,tell me a story
And then I'll go to bed.
Tell
me about the birds and bees.
Tell me about the flowers and trees. Tell me a story and
I wonder how many of these rhymes you already know?
There was a little rabbit sprig
Which, being little, was not big;
When from a place he ran away
He never at that place did stay.
And when he ran, as I am told
He ne'er stood still for young or old;
Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.
One day, as I am certified
He took a whim and nearly died;
And, as I'm told by men of sense,
He never has been walking since.
Robin the Bobbin, the big greedy Ben, He ate more meat than four score men; He ate a cow, he ate a calf, He ate a butcher and a half; He ate a church, he ate a steeple, He ate the priest, and all the people! A cow and a calf, an ox and a half, A church and a steeple, And all the good people, And yet he complained he was hungry!
Barber, barber, Shave a pig; How many hairs will make a wig? "Four and twenty, that's enough." Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
Bat, bat come under my hat,
And I'll give you a slice of bacon;
And when I bake
I'll give you a cake,
If I'm not mistaken
Sneeze on a Monday, sneeze for danger; Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger; Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter; Sneeze on a Thursday, maybe something better; Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow; Sneeze on a Saurday, see your Sweetheart tomorrow.
Sniffly sniff, whistily wheeze
Here it comes a great big sneeze
I feel it in my ears and knees
Here it comes a great big sneeze
I close my eyes and wiggle my nose
I itch and scrunch my face I shiver and shake down to my toes
And wave my arms all over the place
Sniffly sniff, whistily wheeze
Here it comes a great big sneeze
I feel it in my ears and knees
Here it comes a great big sneeze
OOhhhhh!! ddddearrr!!
Better hang onto something!
I think he's going to blow! Aaaaahhhhhccchhhhoooo!!!
The Evening is Coming.
The evening is coming, the sun sinks to rest, The crows are all flying straight home to their nests. "Caw," says the crow as he flies overhead, It's time little people were going to bed.
The flowers are dozing, the daisies asleep, The primroses are buried in slumber so deep. Closed for the night are the roses so red, It's time little people were going to bed.
Aren't these old nursery rhymes beautiful? Diddily.
ANXIOUS POOH SONG 3 Cheers for Pooh! (For Who?) For Pooh (Why what did he do?) I thought you knew; He saved his friend from a wetting. 3 Cheers for Bear! (For where?) For Bear He couldn't swim, But he rescued him! (He rescued who?) Oh, listen, do! I'm talking of Pooh - (Of who?) Of Pooh! (I'm sorry I keep forgetting). Well, Pooh was a Bear of Enormouse Brain - (Just say it again!) Of enormouse brain - (Of enormouse what?) Well, he ate a lot, And I don't know if he could swim or not, But he managed to float On a sort of boat - (On a sort of what? Well, a sort of pot - So now let's give him three hearty cheers (So now let's give him three heary whiches!) And hope he'll be with us for years and years And grow in health and wisdom and riches! 3 Cheers for Pooh! (For Who?) For Pooh - 3 Cheers for the Bear! (For Where?) For Bear - 3 Cheers for the wonderful Winnie-the-Pooh! (Just tell me, somebody, WHAT DID HE DO?)
Written a long time ago by the unbelievable A. A. Milne
HOW MANY MILES TO BABYLAND
How many miles to babyland? Anyone can tell; Up one flight and to your right; Don't forget to ring the bell.
What do they do in babyland? The dream and wake and play; They laugh and crow, and fonder grow. Have jolly times they say.
Perchance to dream in babyland, With fairies and spirites indisguise; They dance and smile, sweet smile; 'til comes the morning, when you rise.
DOWN AMONG THE LETTUCE BEDS (The Rabbit Speaks)
Down among the Lettuce Beds, as I was lying low, I saw a funny Two Legs a-walking very slow, Walking very slow she was, and now and then she'd stop To pick a juicy lettuce or to seize a carrot top; Rooting of them up, she was, and oh! thinks I, my dear, The way the Two Legs copies little Rabbit folks is queer!
Down among the Lettuce Beds, as I was treasure hunting, I heard a funny Two Legs a-singing "Baby Bunting," Says she, "He'll fetch a rabbit skin, a rabbit skin," says she, "To wrap the Baby Bunting in," and oh! it seemed to me; It seemed to me so pitiful, and oh! thinks I, my dear, The way the Two Legs copies little Rabbit folks is queer!
Down among the Lettuce Beds, as I was looking round, I saw a funny Two Legs a-digging in the ground, Digging in the ground he was, as natural as could be, Trying to make a burrow, as it might be you or me, Digging with a spade he was, poor soul, thinks I, my dear, The way the Two Legs copies little Rabbit folks is queer!
Down among the Lettuce Beds, the middle of last week, I saw some little Two Legs a-playing Hide and Seek, Playing Hide and Seek they were, and scudding on the lawn, The same as baby Four Legs, when they're frisking in the dawn, Scuttering and scampering, and oh! thinks I, my dear, The way the Two Legs copies little Rabbit folks is queer!
Barbara Todd wrote this tale, when and where I have no idea, but hopefully I will find out.
THERE ONCE WAS A WINDMILL IN OLD AMSTERDAM.
The Windmill in Old Amsterdam (Dicks & Rudge)
A mouse lived in a windmill in old Amsterdam
A windmill with a mouse in and he wasn't grousin'
He sang every morning, "How lucky I am,
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!"
Chorus: I saw a mouse!
Where?
There on the stair!
Where on the stair?
Right there!
A little mouse with clogs on
Well I declare!
Going clip-clippety-clop on the stair
Oh yeah
This mouse he got lonesome, he took him a wife
A windmill with mice in, it's hardly surprisin'
She sang every morning, "How lucky I am,
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!"
Chorus
First they had triplets and then they had quins
A windmill with quins in, and triplets and twins in
They sang every morning, "How lucky we are
Living in a windmill in Amsterdam, ya!"
Chorus
The daughters got married and so did the sons
The windmill had christ'nin's when no one was list'nin'
They all sang in chorus, "How lucky we am
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!"
Chorus
A mouse lived in a windmill, so snug and so nice There's nobody there now but a whole lot of mice.
I have to thank
A Scrapbook of LULLABIES
for reminding me of these beautiful litte rhymes. http://www.averyhillarts.com/lullaby/
"O dandelion, yellow as gold,
LITTLE WHITE FEATHERS
Oh, where are all the good little girls?
Another old lady, all dresses in patches,
So play me high, or play me low, my fiddles enough for me.
When children are playing alone on the green,
"All among the gardens, auriculas, anemones,
by Elizabeth Fleming
Nine.
Zeal. 
tell me a story
Tell
me about the birds and bees.
For he knew where grew a garden
"Someones watering the garden
When his Mummie asked him questions,
There was a little rabbit sprig
The Evening is Coming.
Perchance to dream in babyland,
DOWN AMONG THE LETTUCE BEDS 
