The Peter Patter Book of Nursery Rhymes | Page 6

the tale is true,

How he crossed the seas, a sailor bold,
In fourteen-ninety-two.
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TERRIBLE TIM
Haven't you heard of Terrible Tim!
Well, don't you get in the way of
him.
He eats lions for breakfast
And leopards for lunch,
And
gobbles them down
With one terrible crunch.
He could mix a whole
city
All up in a mess,
He could drink up a sea
Or an ocean, I
guess.
You'd better be watching for Terrible Tim,
And run when
you first get your peepers on him.
WHAT'S THE USE?
"What's the use,"
Said the goose,
"To swim like a frog,
When you
go just as far
If you float on a log?"
"Why should I,"
Said the fly,
"Suck an old apple-core,
When
there's sugar and fruit
In the grocery store?"
"It's but right,"
Said the kite,
"That I follow the wind.
What's a
fellow to do
If he hasn't a mind?"
"You'll allow,"
Said the cow,
"That I'm really no thief,
When I
turn all the clover
I steal, into beef."
"Come again,"
Said the hen,
"On some other fine day.
Don't think
'cause I cackle
I always must lay."

ALL ABOARD FOR BOMBAY
All aboard for Bombay,
All aboard for Rome!
Leave your little
sisters
And your loving aunts at home.
Bring a bit of bailing wire,
A pocketful of nails,
And half a dozen
wiener-wursts
For every man that sails.
Tell Terry Tagg, when you go by,
Be sure to bring his dog.
All
aboard for Bombay
On a floating cedar log!
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WATER
There's water in the rain barrel,
And water in the well,
There's lots
of water in the pond
Where Hannah Hawkins fell.
There's water in the ocean,
And water in the skies,
And when a
fellow blubbers
He gets water in his eyes.
But in the Barca desert
Where the hippodoodles play,
The water in
the rivers
Just dries up and blows away.
OLD MOLLY IS LOWING
Old Molly is lowing and lowing
'Way down in the old meadow lot.

I've given her water and clover,
And all of the apples I've got;
But
she won't eat a thing that I give her,
And never drinks even a sup,

For they've taken her baby to market
And some one has eaten it up.

I'd just like to go to the city
And cut them all up into halves
And
feed them to sharks and to lions--
Those people that eat little calves.
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SNOWFLAKES
The snowflakes are falling by ones and by twos;
There's snow on my
jacket, and snow on my shoes;
There's snow on the bushes, and snow
on the trees--
It's snowing on everything now, if you please.
[Illustration: THE SNOWFLAKES ARE FALLING BY ONES AND
BY TWOS]
DIPPY-DIPPY-DAVY
Dippy-Dippy-Davy,
Half the Royal Navy
In the dampness and the
dark
Was driving off a savage shark
To Dippy-Dippy-Davy.
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WHEN I'M AS RICH
AS UNCLE CLAUS
When I'm as rich as Uncle Claus,
With whiskers on my chin,
I'm
going to have a great big house
To put my people in.
I'll never let them wander out
Or ride with me to town;
They'll
come a-running when I shout
And tremble when I frown.
I'll have some men in soldier tents,
A pirate and his mate,
And
wildcats all around the fence,
And mad dogs on the gate.
RINKY-TATTLE
Rinky-tattle, rinky-tattle,
Rinky-tattle--who?
Little Tommy Taylor

Is a rinky-tattle too.
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TWENTY LITTLE SNOWFLAKES
Twenty little snowflakes climbing up a wire.
"Now, listen," said their

mother, "don't you climb up any higher. The sun will surely catch you,
and scorch you with his fire." But the naughty little snowflakes didn't
mind a word she said, Each tried to clamber faster than his fellow just
ahead;
They thought that they'd be back in time enough to go to bed.
But they found out that their mother wasn't quite the dunce they
thought her,
The sun bobbed up--remember this, my little son and
daughter-- And turned those twenty snowflakes into twenty drops of
water.
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SLIPPERY SLIM
Slippery Slim, a garter snake,
Leaned against a garden rake
And
smiled a sentimental smile
At Tilly Toad, on the gravel pile,
Till
that bashful miss was forced to hop
And hide her face in a carrot-top.
[Illustration: THROUGH FOG AND RAIN I RUN MY TRAIN]
THE FREIGHTER
Through fog and rain
I run my train
Wherever the track is laid,

And over the road
I carry a load
Whenever the freight is paid.
A kaddy of tea
For Genessee,
For Troy an empty crate,
A man in
brown
For Uniontown
To help them celebrate.
NO ONE AT HOME
No one at home in the hen-house,
And no one at home in the barn,

Old Brindle has gone to the neighbor's
To borrow a skein of brown
yarn,
To borrow yarn for the darning
Of socks for her wee spotted
calf--
The little rollicking rascal
Has never enough by half.
And Speckle
is down by the willow
Washing her chicks in the lake,
While old

Daddy Cockle is lying
Abed with a bad toothache.
PATTERS AND TATTERS
Patters had a gallant band,
An army made of clay.
But Tatters took
the garden hose
And washed them all away.
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CROWN THE KING WITH CARROT TOPS
Crown the king with carrot tops,
Dress him in sateen,
Give him lots
of licorice drops,
With suckers in between.
For he's a king with lots of power
And awful, awful fierce,
He kills
a pirate every hour
And washes