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A few of the poems on this page have come from a book called THE CHILDREN'S TREASURY of Pictures and Stories. It was written in 1892 and was presented as a prize for good attendance at Sunday School for the year 1893 by E. Foorster Wanstall M. A., who was the vicar at St Paul's Wolverhampton. I also think you might find a few of your treasured friends between the rhymes.
| Here we go 'round the Mulberry Bush  Here we go 'round the mulberry bush, The mulberry bush, The mulberry bush. Here we go 'round the mulberry bush, So early in the morning. These are the chores we'll do this week,
Do this week, Do this week. These are the chores we'll do this week, So early every morning.  This is the way we wash our clothes, Wash our clothes, Wash our clothes. This is the way we wash our clothes, So early Monday morning.  This is the way we dry our clothes, Dry our clothes, Dry our clothes. This is the way we dry our clothes, So early Tuesday morning. This is the way we mend our clothes, Mend our clothes, Mend our clothes. This is the way we mend our clothes, So early Wednesday morning.
 This is the way we scrub the floor, Scrub the floor, Scrub the floor. This is the way we scrub the floor, So early Thursday morning. This is the way we sweep the floor, Sweep the floor, Sweep the floor. This is the way we sweep the floor, So early Friday morning.  This is the way we clean our rooms, Clean our rooms, Clean our rooms. This is the way we clean our rooms, So early Saturday morning. This is the way we get dressed up, Get dressed up, Get dressed up. This is the way we get dressed up, So early Sunday morning. A little to long for a rhyme so with some lovely pictures from Dadazi at http://www.dadazi.net/chldpge.html We have a rhyme in a complete story, I wonder how many of my little treasures out there, do all what is in this rhyme? heehe!! |  "This is a beautiful place to be as well. Again we are back in foreign fields, where we are playing with the paper aeroplanes and watching the wonderful animation, I really do love these small video's. Some wonderful small Tales and Songs that make all Children Happy. It is always wise to check through all the video clips in the Menu for sometimes the odd strange one can get through and you mightn't want your littlest ones to see it. The same applies to all video links really. What amuses some cultures does not always amuse others. xxx The Perfect Body  Said little hands to little feet “You grow bigger every day” Said little feet to little hands “Is that all you’ve got to say  Why I can run and walk and jump And bang my soles together And wear the finest fur lined boots In wet and windy weather”  But little hands reached out and said“Yes you can walk on land But to feel and touch the softest things You can only do with hands”  “Oh no you can’t said little feet “For carpets to are soft And I can walk on soft, soft hay That's in the farmers loft”  Just then a voice boomed loud and clear “What a lot of rot you utter For without the mouth like I have You could only cough and splutter”  Then with surprise the two brown eyes Looked down on all and said “ To see is the most important thing, now please lets go to bed”  “ Without my legs you wouldn’t get there” “ And without my arms you’d freeze” “ For who would pull the covers up” “ Then with my nose you’d sneeze”  If hair was gone and ears were none We’d all look kind of shoddy But you must admit, when you join the bits We make the perfect body Dorothy Milnes Sinclair 1965 copyright regt.  SHADOWS  When mother has kissed me amd tucked me in bed,and switched off the nursery light I have my wee lamp that stands by my side and watches me through the night. Then I put out my hands, and across on the wall are the pictures my fingers can make; I watch all the funniest shadow of things, for as long as my eyes keep awake.  O shadows that dance on my nursery wall, Where do you come from and where do you go? All through the night when I'm snuggly asleep are you still flickering there, to and fro? Grey shadows that dance in my room every night, where do you go all the time it is light? When I hold my hands close to the lamp the shadows fill up the whole wall; But drawing them back, far away from the light, makes the pictures go little and small. I can make a dog barking, a cat and a cow, A rabbit a cock and a cup . . . And the next thing I know, all the shadows have gone, Cos it's day by the time I wake up. O shadows that dance on my nursery wall, where do you come from, and where do you go? All through the night when I'm soundly asleep, Are you still flickering there, to and fro? Grey shadows that play in my room every night, Where do you live all the time it is light. DMS.   Her First Awakening  She came to me to know the truth,My little maid of nine, About a Christmas visitor and all his gifts so fine. Her little life had held a faith That reason now was dimming, And she would know who hid beneath, red cloak and ermine trimming. How could he keep his whiskers white, when chimneys were so dirty! And then so many girls and boys at her school there were thirty! And if he were so very kind  And thoughtful, as t'was said, The best and biggest toys should be, besides the poorest bed!The moment so long feared had come To her, my sweet believer, And two big eyes looked up in scorn At Mother - the deceiver! With thanks to Ms Gertrude Clowes, written in 1922, in her book of poems the Bluestone Daughter.  A RAINY DAY Pitter-patter, pitter-patter on the window panes, Pitter-patter raindrops, pitter-patter raindrops. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, goodness, how it rains! Pitter-patter, raindrops, pitter-patter raindrops; Rain on the country, rain on the town, Rain on the green leaves, rain on the brown, Rain on the farmyard, the motors, and the sea, And when I go out walking, there'll be rain on me.  Rain on the gardens, rain on the pondPitter-patter raindrops, pitter-patter raindrops; Rain on the little lane that wanders beyond, Pitter-patter raindrops, pitter-patter raindrops; Rain on my wellingtons, rain on my hat, Rain on my mackintosh, pitter-pitter pat; Rain on the puddles, rain on my gloves,-  Isn't it the kind of day a little duckling loves?Pitter-patter drip drop, Drip drop, drip drop, Pitter-patter drip drop drop. Revived by Dorothy Milnes Sinclair 2007 The water drops you see on grass and spiders webs on some mornings are water from the air. During the night the ground gets cold and water vapour collects into drops... When this happens, keep a close watch on the leaves, especially the ones that are in the direct sunlight. Each little drop becomes its own spectrum, with all the colours of the rainbow inside each tiny droplet. Do you know that the white frost you see on a very cold morning on the grass or cars is really dew that has been frozen. The water which collects on the ground, cars and windows freezes into white ice.  If I Knew.If I knew the box where the smiles were kept, No matter how large the key Or strong the bolt, I would try so hard, 'Twould open, I know, for me; Then over the land and sea broadcast I'd scatter the smiles to play, That the children's faces might hold them fastFor many and many a day.  If I knew a box that was large enough To hold all the frowns I meet, I would gather them, every one, From nursery, school, and street; Then, folding and holding, I'd pack them in And turn the monster key, And hire a giant to drop the box To the depths of the deep, deep sea. This was also an unknown author and is Taken from Laurel and Gold - 1958 2007 DMS
| I've a Question, please, to ask you. But thank you Katie, I'm sure you are going to be remembered by many children in 2007  The Twenty Fourth of DecemberThe clock ticks slowly, slowly in the hall, And slower and more slow the long hours crawl; It seems as though today Would never pass away; The clock ticks slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y in the hall. A Christmas Eve Wish from 1931.  The New Duckling "I want to be new," said the duckling. "O ho!" said the wise old owl, While the guinea-hen cluttered off chuckling To tell all the rest of the fowl. "I should like a more elegant figure," That child of a duck went on. "I should like to grow bigger and bigger,  Until I could swallow a swan.I won't be the slave of a habit, I won't have these webs on my toes I want to run round like a rabbit, A rabbit as red as a rose. I don't want to waddle like Mother, Or quack like my silly old Dad. I want to be utterly other, And frightfully modern and mad."  "Do you know," said the turkey. "you're quacking! There's a fox creeping up through the rye; And, if you're not utterly lacking, You'll make for that duck pond. Good-bye!" "I wont," said the duckling. "I'll lift him A beautiful song, like a sheep, And when I have - as it were - biffed him, I'll give him my feathers to keep." Now the curious end of this fable - So far as the rest ascertained, Though they searched from the barn to the stable - Was that only his feathers remained. So he wasn't the slave to his habit, And he didn't have webs on his toes;  And perhaps he runs round like a rabbit,A rabbit as red as a rose. Best to be wise than foolish  by Alfred Noyes Taken from the book The Childrens Golden Treasure Book for 1937 absolutely wonderful don't you think?
|  ARE ALL THE CHILDREN IN? The darkness falls, the wind is high, dense black clouds fill the western sky. The storm will soon begin; The thunder roars, the lightnings flash, I hear the great round raindrops dash, Are the children in? They're coming softly to my side; Their forms within my arms I hide, no other arms are sure; The storm may rage with fury wild, with trusting faith each little child with mother feels secure. But future days are drawing near: They'll go from this warm shelter here, out into the world's wild din; The rain will fall, the cold winds blow, I'll sit alone and long to know Are all the children in? Will they have shelter then secure, where hearts are waiting strong and sure, and love is true when tried? Or will they find a broken reed, when strength of heart they so much need to help them brave the tide? Jesus knows it all, his will is best; I'll shield them now, and yield the rest in his most  righteous hand; Sometimes the souls he loves are riven by tempests wild, and thus are driven nearer the better land. If he calls us home before the children land on that blest shore, afar from care and sin, I know that I shall watch and wait till he, the keeper at the gate, Lets all the children in. Willowdown 1990
|  Pussy and I.Pussy and I are friends you see I love pussy and she loves me;  She sits in my lap, I stroke her fine hair, I know by her "purr" she loves being there. Diddily dee dot 2007  The SnowFrom the clouds, the flakes of snow Wander to the woods below, Falling lightly, Softly, whitely, To the ground, Heaping drifts without a sound. Now the wind begins to blow, Lighter, faster comes the snow, Falling thickly, Rushing quickly; Soon there'll be a Snowman built for you and me.  Dorothy Milnes Sinclair 2007
| Tripping into Town  A little lass with golden hair, A little lass with brown,  A little lass with raven locks,Went tripping into town. "I like the golden hair the best!" "And I prefere the brown!" "And I the black!" three sparrows said - Three sparrows of the town. "Tu-whit! Tu-whoo!" an old owl cried, From the belfry in the town;  Glad hearted lasssies need not mind If locks be gold, black, brown! Tu-whit! Tu-woo! so fast, so fast The sands of life run down, And soon, so soon, three white haired dames Will totter through the town. Gone then for aye the raven locks, The golden hair, the brown; And she will fairest be whose face Has never worn a frown!" reknewed for Seligors Castle the home of Diddily Dee Dot 2007
|   As Flowers in Rain Is it raining, little flower? Be Glad of the rain! Too much sun would wither thee; 'Twill shine again. The sky is very black, 'tis true; But just behind it shines the blue. Art thou weary, tender heart? Be glad of pain! In sorrow sweetest things will grow, As flowers in rain. God watches; and thou wilt have sun, When clouds their perfect work have done. And if you've enjoyed this verse please leave feedback in my Guestbook. It really does make me feel wonderful inside to know that someone just might be enjoying what I am doing. Thank you. Diddily Dee Dot xxxx's and hug's | Baby - Land  "How many miles to Baby - land?""Any one can tell: Up one flight, To your right; Please to ring the bell." "What do they do in Baby - Land?" "Dream and wake and play; Laugh and crow, Shout and grow; Happy times have they!"
| The Brave Wee Laddie "Tap. tap," along the pavement, "Tap," It came, a little crutch; A pale-faced lad looked up at me.  "I do not mind it much," He answered to my pitying look. "It might be worse you know; Some fellows have to stay in bed, While I quite fast can go. "Oh yes I used to run about;  Perhaps I may again;The doctor says it's wonderful I have so little pain, It hurts me now and then, of course Well - ever since that fall; But I'm so very glad, you see, That I can walk at all." "Tap,tap," the little crutch went on; I saw the tangled hair, The brown eyes wide and all aglow, The brave and noble air. And somehow tears a moment came, and made my vision dim,  While still the laddies cheerful wordsWere sweet as sweetest hymn. "I am so very glad, you see, That I can walk at all." Why, that's the way we each should feel When troubles quick befall. There's always blue sky somewhere, friend, Though clouds around you meet; And patience with sweet Jesus send, If sought at his dear feet. A very strange poem from the Chatterbox Book. Cannot find out anything about it, but it is very nice and being as I use a wheelchair it brings back memories.
|   When the pools with ice are bound, When the snow is on the ground, Then it is that we delight In a merry snowball fight. Fast and free the snowballs fly; To and fro we gaily hei; Caring nought if balls of snowChance to fall on us or no. Summer Days | . Tripping through the meadows, wading in the brook, Telling daisy fortunes in a shady nook. Filling hat and apron full of pretty flowers, Weaving dainty garlands in the shady bowers. Peeping through the branches for the little nests Of the little birdies with the scarlet breasts Softly counting over all the eggs so blue; Robin in the tree top knows her friends so true; Knows the little fingers will not harm her nest; Pours a song of gladness from her little breast. Happy little children! playing'mong the flowers, Birds and bees, and brooklets, all the summer hours. Beautiful.
|  Twelve hours in a DayTwelve hours in a day Some for Work and Some for Play. The tall old clock in the corner stands,  It tells the hour with its pointed hands, Hark! it strikes now clear and even: One - two - three - four - five - six - seven! Time to arise, Open your eyes;Now children all, Hark to its call! Wash your faces, brush your hair, See who'll first be down the stair.
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So her husband got her a nice hot-water bottle to keep her toes warm, as well as the night-cap to keep out the draught; and she ate all the butter and jam and most of the toast. Mr Made her a lovely jelly as well to keep up her strength. Then he went off to see Dr Nippett because the neighbour said he was very clever and would certainly be able to cure Mrs Mouse.
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