Auntie Ellen found her poodle— Mercy! Goodness sake!— Playing with the mully-wumps Down along the lake. And when she called him tenderly He didn’t want to come; It took her
When Timmy O’Toole Was going to school He picked up a package of gum. He treated the preacher And Sunday-school teacher, And gave a policeman some. Leroy F. Jackson
Old Father McNether He sorts out the weather And takes what he pleases, I’m told, With a big turkey-feather He mixes the weather, And makes it blow hot and blow
Slippery Slim, a garter snake, Leaned against a garden rake And smiled a sentimental smile At Tilly Toad, on the gravel pile, Till that bashful miss was forced to hop
Where are you going, sister Kate? I’m going to swing on the garden gate, And watch the fairy gypsies dance Their tim-tam-tum on the cabbage-plants— The great big one with
Pretty poppies, Pretty trees, Pretty little lettuce-leaves, Pretty pebbles, Red and brown, Pretty floating thistle-down. Pretty baby, Curly head, Standing in a pansy-bed, Pretty clouds All white and curled— O