Tell me, little rain-drops, They say I'm very naughty, The little rain-drops cannot speak, Means, "We can play on this side, Why can't you play on that?" OH LOOK AT THE MOON! OH! look at the moon, She is shining up there; Last week she was smaller, Pretty moon, pretty moon, How you shine on the door, And make it all bright On my nursery floor! You shine on my playthings, And show me their place, And I love to look up At your pretty bright face. And there is a star Close by you, and may be That small twinkling star COME HERE, LITTLE ROBIN. COME here, little Robin, and don't be afraid, I would not hurt even a feather; Come here, little Robin, and pick up some bread, To feed you this very cold weather. I don't mean to hurt you, you poor little thing, And pussy-cat is not behind me ; So hop about pretty, and put down your wing, And pick up the crumbs, and don't mind me! Cold Winter is come, but it will not last long, ANNIE'S GARDEN. IN little Annie's garden Grew all sorts of posies; There were pinks, and mignonette, Sweet peas, and morning glories, A bed of violets blue, And marygolds, and asters, In Annie's garden grew. There the bees went for honey; There the birds sipp'd the dew; And there the pretty butterflies, And the lady-birds flew. And there among her flowers, MY LITTLE DOLL ROSE. I HAVE a little doll, I take care of her clothes, She has pretty blue eyes, I have a little sofa Where my dolly may repose, And her name is Rose. My doll can move her arms, She can make a pretty curtsey, How old is your dolly? |