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A frog he would a wooing go, Heigho! says Rowley. Whether his mother would let him or no:
Chorus - With a roley - poley gammon and spinach. Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
So off he set in his opera hat, Heigho! says Rowley. And on his way he met with a Rat.
Chorus - With a roley-poley, gammon and spinach. Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
Pray, Mr Rat, will you go with me ? Heigho! says Rowley; Pretty Miss Mousey for to see? Chorus.
They soon arrived at Mousey Hall, Heigho! says Rowley; They gave a loud knock and gave a loud call. Chorus.
Pray Miss Mousey, are you within? Heigho says Rowley, Oh Yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin. Chorus.
Pray Mr Frog, will you give us a song? Heigho! says Rowley. But let it be something that's not very long. Chorus.
Indeed, Miss Mouse, replied Mr Frog, Heigho! says Rowley. My cold has made me as hoarse as a hog.
Chorus.
Since you have caught cold, Miss Mousey said. Heigho! says Rowley I'll sing you a song that I have just made. Chorus.
But while they were thus a merry making. Heigho! says Rowley. A Cat and her Kittens came tumbling in.
Chorus.
The Cat seized the Rat by the crown. Heigho! says Rowley. The Kittens they pulled the little Mouse down. Chorus.
This pt Mr Frog in a terrible fright, Heigho! says Rowley. He took up his hat and he wished them goodnight! Chorus.
But as Froggie was crossing a silvery brook. Heighho! says Rowley. A lily white Duck came and gobbled him up. Chorus!
So there was the end of one, two and three. Heighho! says Rowley. The Rat, and the Mouse, and the little Froggie. With a roley-poley, gammon and spinach Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
I've a Question, please, to ask you.
I've a question, please, to ask you - oh,, I really must find out! I'm so worried that I scarcely know what I'm about. I'd always quite believed it, since I was very small, And now my new nurse tells me that it isn't true at all. Aren't there really any Fairies?
Mother often talks of them, and sometimes Daddy , too, But Nurse, who came last Saturday, says it's time I knew That fairies, gnomes, and pixies are only just pretence, She says I must learn proper things and use my common sense - I'd much rather think about the fairies!
But last night in the orchard, I found a fairy ring, It seemed that if I listened, I could hear the fairies sing, And the rustly whispery sound their countless feet make as they pass. Nurse saidthat it could only be a cricket in the grass, But I know it truly was the fairies.
This short poem was written by Katie Elthom, unfortunately I can't find out very much about her. But thank you Katie, I'm sure you are going to be remembered by many children in 2007
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?
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 fast For 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
THE YOUNG MOUSE
In a crack near a cupboard, with dainties provided, A certain young mouse with her mother resided; So securely they lived on that fortunate spot Any mouse in the land might have envied their lot.
But one day this young mouse, who was given to roam, Having made an excursion some way from her home, On a sudden return with such joy in her eyes That her grey, sedate parent expressed some surprise.
"Oh Mother!" said she, "the good folks of this house, I'm convinced, have not any ill-will to a mouse; And those tales can't be true which you always are telling, For they've been at the pains to contruct us a dwelling.
"The floor is of wood and the walls are of wires, Exactl the size that one's comfort requires; And I'm sure that we should there have nothing to fear If ten cats with their kittens at once should appear.
"And then they have made such nice holes in the wall, One could slip in and out with no trouble at all; But forcing one's way through such crannies as these Always gives one's poor ribs a most terrible squeeze. "But the best of all is they've provided us well With a large peice of cheese of most exquisite smell; 'Twas so nice I had put my head in to go through When I thought it my dity to come to fetch you."
"Ah, child!" said her Mother, "believe, I entreat, Both the cage and the cheese are a horrible cheat. Do not think all that trouble they took for our good; They would catch us and kill us all there if they could,
As they've caught and killed scores; and I never could learn That a mouse who once entered did ever return!" Let the young people mind what the old people say, And when danger is near them keep out of the way.
Written some time ago by Jeffreys Taylor.
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WORDS IN A POEM, WORDS IN A RHYME, SOME MAY BE LATE AND OTHERS ON TIME.
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DEFINITELY DIFFERENT ANYWAY!!!
MONDAY'S child is fair of face, TUESDAY'S child is full of grace, WEDNESDAY'S child is full of woe, THURSDAY'S child has far to go, FRIDAY'S child is loving and giving, SATURDAY'S child works hard for a living, And the child that is born on the SABBATH day Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
Snowballing.
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 snow
Chance to fall on us or no.
But before the Snow comes HALLOWEEN AND BONFIRE NIGHT, Weeeeeeeeeee
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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.
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BABIES OWN LOVE
Pussy and I are friends you see
Until I could swallow a swan.
To the depths of the deep, deep sea.
Taken from Laurel and Gold - 1958 
THE YOUNG MOUSE
Let the young people mind what the old people say,
My home is a house
At all.