Dolly’s Clothes

I want to make your things look nice,
Dolly—because, you see,
Tomorrow evening Cousin Jane
Is coming here to tea.

Your muslin skirt is white and stiff—
I’m very glad of that;
But as my little iron’s cold,
The tucks will not lie flat.

Jane’s doll will come—she makes its clothes
Herself, and very neatly;
And when she brings it visiting,
She dresses it up sweetly.

When I put on your pretty frock,
Your sash, and sleeve-knots blue,
I really think that you will be
Quite a smart dolly too.

Johnny and the Toad

JOHNNY:
I want to go to school,
And he won’t let me pass.
I think that a toad
Ought to keep to the grass.
I don’t want to cry,
But I’m afraid I’m going to;
Oh, dear me!
What am I to do?

TOAD:
Here’s a dreadful thing!
A boy in the way;
I don’t know what to do,
I don’t know what to say.
I can’t see the reason
Such monsters should be loose;
I’m trembling all over,
But that is of no use.

JOHNNY:
I Must go to school,
The bell is going to stop;
That terrible old toad,
If only he would hop.

TOAD:
I Must cross the path,
I can hear my children croak;
I hope that dreadful boy
Will not give me a poke.
A hop, and a start, a flutter, and a rush,
Johnny is at school, and the toad in his bush.

Dance, Doggie, Dance

Now, Fido, I have dressed you up
In cap, and coat, and cape;
No, no, indeed my little friend,
You cannot yet escape!

Papa has seen a foreign dog
Dressed up like you in France,
And says that little poodle pup
Was quickly taught to dance.

Come, Fido, now you must be good,
I will not hurt you there;
Now stand upon your hinder-legs
And lift them in the air.

Listen—I will hum the tune
And you must dance with me;
I want both paws, sir, if you please.
Come, Fido—one, two, three!

“Good doggie! as I’ve taught you that—
Oh dear! he’s run away.
The naughty dog! he sees a cat.
Come here, sir! Fido, stay!

There now, he’s off and won’t come back;
We’ll dance no more to-day;
And Fido’s got my dress and cape—
Oh! what will mother say?”

In Trouble

In terrible trouble is baby:
Full loudly he screams and he cries;
His breakfast is lost, and replace it
He cannot,—however he tries.

The cup of warm milk all so tempting,
Stood safe but a moment ago;
In his haste he leant over to grasp it,
But instead threw it all down below.

At once he burst forth into weeping,
And heart-rending shrieks loud and shrill;
He saw not a kind hand was near him
The empty cup soon to refill.

Dear baby! too often we elders,
Like you, break our hearts without need,
And see not the Hand that provides us
Our food in sweet harvests and seed.

If a check ever lessens our plenty,
And wasted our crops ever lie,
Then, forgetful of all our past blessings,
How hastily rises our cry!

Ah! dry we our blinding tears, baby,
Look up to our Father above,
And patiently wait till he fills us
Our cups in His mercy and love.

THE DUCKS SONG

mother duck and her little ducks, going into the water, for a swimm

One little black duck,
One little gray,
Six little white ducks
Running out to play.
One white lady-duck, motherly and trim,
Eight little baby-ducks bound for a swim.
One little white duck
Running from the water,
One very fat duck—
Pretty little daughter;
One very grave duck, swimming off alone,
One little white duck, standing on a stone.

One little white duck
Holding up its wings,
One little bobbing duck
Making water-rings;
One little black duck, turning round its head,
One big black duck—see, he’s gone to bed.
One little lady-duck, motherly and trim,
Eight little baby-ducks bound for a swim.
One lazy black duck, taking quite a nap,
One precious duck, here on mother’s lap.

Dolly’s Promenade

“Dolly, my dearest, you really must walk,
You shall not be lazy, you never will talk;
And, as I’ve got all the talking to do,
I think you might please me by walking, don’t you?

“So, dolly, come out to the paddock with me,
I’ll show you the apples that grow on the tree,
I’ll show you the bees, and the butterflies, too,
The hills all so purple, the sky all so blue.

“You must walk, dolly, dear; see, your shoes are so gay;
You only have worn them twice since your birthday.
Red hat and red feather—now come, if you please,
Gently, my dolly, we learn by degrees.”

Ah! now you walk so very nicely, my dear,
You soon will be going as fast as a deer,
And then such racing, we will have all day long,
Playing “tag” in the very midst of the throng.

The New Baby

A new little baby came down from the sky—
Came down from the sky in the night.
A soft little baby, with violet eyes,
Shining, and pure, and white.

But how did the little new baby get
Down here from the depths of the sky?
She couldn’t have come alone, you know,
For she’s much too young to fly.

Oh! the angels carried her down in their arms
From the far-away, beautiful blue;
Brought her down from the arms of God,
A present to me and to you.

So, you see, we must kiss the baby,
And give her a lot of love,
That she may not need the angels
Till she meets them again above.