Greedy Richard
"I
NK I want some pies this morning," Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning;
So down he threw his slate and books,
And saunter'd to the pastry-cook's
"I
NK I want some pies this morning," Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning;
So down he threw his slate and books,
And saunter'd to the pastry-cook's
IA was a little child,
Obliging, good, and very mild,
Yet lest of dress she should be vain,
Mamma still dress'd her well, but plain
IN an elegant frock, trimm'd with beautiful lace,
And hair nicely curl'd, hanging over her face,
Young Fanny went out to the house of a friend,
With a large little party the evening to spend
Dance little baby, dance up high,
Never mind baby, mother is by;
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There little baby, there you go;
There were two little girls, neither handsome nor plain;
One's name was Eliza, the other's was Jane:
They were both of one height, as I've heard people say,
They were both of one age,
HE Butterfly, an idle thing,
Nor honey makes, nor yet can sing,
As do the bee and bird;
Nor does it, like the prudent ant,
Poor Martha is old, and her hair is turn'd grey, And her hearing has left her for many a year;
Ten to one if she knows what it is that you say, Though she puts her poor wither'd hand close to her ear
I've seen naughty children run after ...
AT is it that makes little Emily cry
Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye:
There–lay down your head on my bosom–that's right,
And now tell mamma what's the matter to-night
Little Ann and her mother were walking one day Through London's wide city so fair,
And business obliged them to go by the way That led them through Cavendish Square
And as they pass'd by the great house of a Lord, A beautiful chariot the...
RE was one little Jim, 'Tis reported of him,
And must be to his lasting disgrace,
That he never was
With hands at all clean,
IS petticoats now George cast off,
For he ws four years old;
His trousers were of nankeen stuff,
With buttons bright as gold
Who sat and watched my infant
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed
My Mother