Growing Up

Oh, he was old and he was spare; His bushy whiskers and his Were all fussed up and very He said he'd come a long, long

Now is the healing, quiet hour that fills This gay, green world with peace and grateful rest. Where lately over opalescent hills The blood of slain Day reddened all the west, Now comes at Night's behest, A glow that over all the forest…

There's a very funny insect that you do not often spy, And it isn't quite a spider, and it isn't quite a fly; It is something like a beetle, and a little like a bee, But nothing like a wooly grub that climbs upon a tree.

Did you see them pass to-day, Billy, Kate and Robin, All astride upon the back of old grey Dobbin?

When I go back from Billy's place I always have to The mazy road, the crazy road that leads the long way home. Ma always says, "Why don't you come through Mr Donkin's land? The footbridge track will bring you back." Ma…

Once a little sugar ant made up his mind to roam-To far away far away, far away from home. He had eaten all his breakfast, and he had his ma's To see what he should chance to see and here's the way he Up and down a fern frond,…

Mr Jeremiah Owned a pair of spotted These he sold for two pounds To Mr Robert Raymond

A vase upon the mantelpiece,   A ship upon the sea, A goat upon a mountain-top   Are much the same to me; But when you mention melon jam,   Or picnics by the creek, Or apple pies, or pantomimes,   I love to hear you speak.