A Book for Kids

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Title: A Book for Kids
Author: C. J. (Clarence Michael James) Dennis
Release Date: July 9, 2005 [EBook #16251]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ASCII
? START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A BOOK FOR KIDS ***
Produced by Colin Choat
A Book for Kids by C J Dennis (1921)
reissued as Roundabout (1935)
A very charming gentleman, as old as old could be,?Stared a while, and glared a while, and then he said to me: "Read your books, and heed your books, and put your books away, For you will surely need your books upon a later day."?And then he wheezed and then he sneezed, and gave me such a look. And he said, "Mark--ME--boy! Be careful of your book."
A very charming gentleman, indeed, he seemed to be.?He heaved a sigh and wiped his eye, and then he said to me: "Take your books and make your books companions--never toys; For they who so forsake their books grow into gawky boys."?I don't know who he was. Do you? he snuffled at the end;?And he said, "Mark--ME--boy! Your book should be your friend."
DEDICATION
To all good children over four
And under four-and-eighty?Be you not over-prone to pore
On matters grave and weighty.?Mayhap you'll find within this book
Some touch of Youth's rare clowning,?If you will condescend to look
And not descend to frowning.
The mind of one small boy may hold
Odd fancies and inviting,?To guide a hand unsure and old
That moves, these days, to writing.?For hair once bright, in days of yore,
Grows grey (or somewhat slaty)-,?And now, alas, he's over four,
Though under four-and-eighty.
CONTENTS:
Dedication
A Very Charming Gentleman?The Baker?The Dawn Dance?Cuppacumalonga?The Swagman?The Ant Explorer?Riding Song?The Funny Hatter?The Postman?The Traveller?Our Street?The Little Red House?The Pieman?The Triantiwontigongolope?The Circus?You and I?Going to School?Hist!?Bird Song?The Music of Your Voice?The Boy who Rode into the Sunset?The Tram-man?The Axe-man?The Drovers?The Long Road Home?The Band?Bessie and the Bunyip?Good Enough?The Porter?Growing Up?The Unsociable Wallaby?The Song of the Sulky Stockman?Our Cow?The Teacher?The Spotted Heifers?Tea Talk?The Looking Glass?Woolloomooloo?The Barber?Farmer Jack?Old Black Jacko?Bird Song?The Sailor?The Famine?The Feast?Upon the Road to Rockabout?A Change of Air?Polly Dibbs?Lullaby?The Publisher?Good Night
THE BAKER
I'd like to be a baker, and come when morning breaks,?Calling out, "Beeay-ko!" (that's the sound he makes)--?Riding in a rattle-cart that jogs and jolts and shakes,?Selling all the sweetest things a baker ever bakes;?Currant-buns and brandy-snaps, pastry all in flakes;
But I wouldn't be a baker if ...
I couldn't eat the cakes.
Would you?
THE DAWN DANCE
What do you think I saw to-day when I arose at dawn??Blue Wrens and Yellow-tails dancing on the lawn!?Bobbing here, and bowing there, gossiping away,?And how I wished that you were there to see the merry play!
But you were snug abed, my boy, blankets to your chin,?Nor dreamed of dancing birds without or sunbeams dancing in. Grey Thrush, he piped the tune for them. I peeped out through the glass Between the window curtains, and I saw them on the grass--
Merry little fairy folk, dancing up and down,?Blue bonnet, yellow skirt, cloaks of grey and brown,?Underneath the wattle-tree, silver in the dawn,?Blue Wrens and Yellow-tails dancing on the lawn.
CUPPACUMALONGA
'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, where go you to-day?'?I go to Cuppacumalomga, fifty miles away;
Over plains where Summer rains have sung a song of glee, Over hills where laughing rills go seeking for the sea,?I go to Cuppacumalonga, to my brother Bill.
Then come along, ah, come along!
Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga!
Come to Cuppacumalonga Hill!
'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, how do you get there?'?For twenty miles I amble on upon my pony mare,
The walk awhile and talk awhile to country men I know,?Then up to ride a mile beside a team that travels slow,?And last to Cuppacumalonga, riding with a will.
Then come along, ah, come along!
Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga!
Come to Cuppacumalonga Hill!
'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, what do you do then?'?I camp beneath a kurrajong with three good cattle-men;
Then off away at break of day, with strong hands on the reins, To laugh and sing while mustering the cattle on the plains-- For up to Cuppacumalonga life is jolly still.
Then come along, ah, come along!
Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga!
Come to Cuppacumalonga Hill!
'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, how may I go too?'?I'll saddle up my creamy colt and he shall carry you--
My creamy colt who will not bolt, who does not shy nor kick-- We'll pack the load and take the road and travel very quick. And if the day brings work or play we'll meet it with a will.
So Hi for Cuppacumalonga!
Come Along, ah, come along!
Ah, come to Cuppacumalonga Hill!
THE SWAGMAN
Oh, he was old and he was spare;?His bushy whiskers and his hair?Were all fussed up and very grey?He said he'd come a long, long