The Peter Patter Book of Nursery Rhymes | Page 3

honey,?Tea, and taters--ain't it funny??Tick, tock! Tick, tock!?When he goes to bed at night,?Shoves his slippers out of sight;?That is why Old Fox, the sinner,?Had to go without his dinner.?Tick, tock! Tick, tock!?So says Grandpa's clock.
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UNDER THE WILLOW
Put down your pillow under the willow,?Hang up your hat in the sun,?And lie down to snooze as long as you choose,?For the plowing and sowing are done.
Pick up your pillow from under the willow,?And clamber out into the sun.?Get a fork and a rake for goodness' sake,?For the harvest time has begun.
HIGH ON THE MANTEL
High on the mantel rose a moan--?It came from an idol carved in bone--?"Oh, it's so lonesome here alone,?With no one near to love me!"
A cautious smile came over the face?Of a pensive maid on a Grecian vase?"Are you sure," she said, with charming grace,?"There's no one near to love you?"
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BOOTS, BOOTS, BOOTS
Buster's got a popper gun,?A reg'lar one that shoots,?And Teddy's got an engine?With a whistler that toots.?But I've got something finer yet--?A pair of rubber boots.?Oh, it's boots, boots, boots,?A pair of rubber boots!?I could walk from here to China?In a pair of rubber boots.
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BUTTERFLY
Butterfly, butterfly,?Sit on my chin,?Your wings are like tinsel,?So yellow and thin.
Butterfly, butterfly,?Give me a kiss;?If you give me a dozen?There's nothing amiss.
Butterfly, butterfly,?Off to the flowers,--?Wee, soulless sprite?Of the long summer hours.
BEELA BY THE SEA
Catch a floater, catch an eel,?Catch a lazy whale,?Catch an oyster by the heel?And put him in a pail.
There's lots of work for Uncle Ike,?Fatty Ford and me?All day long and half the night?At Beela by the sea.
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A MATTER OF TASTE
"Thank you, dear," said the big black ant,?"I'd like to go home with you now, but I can't.?I have to hurry and milk my cows--?The aphid herds on the aster boughs."?And the ladybug said: "No doubt it's fine,?This milk you get from your curious kine,?But you know quite well it's my belief?Your cows are best when turned to beef."
TOMMY, MY SON
"Tommy, my son," said the old tabby cat,?"Go catch us some mice, and be sure that they're fat.?There's one family lives in the carpenter's barn;?They've made them a nest of the old lady's yarn.?But the carpenter has a young cat of his own?That is healthy and proud and almost full grown,?And consider it, son, an eternal disgrace?To come home at night with a scratch on your face."
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OH, SAID THE WORM
"Oh," said the worm,?"I'm awfully tired of sitting in the trees;?I want to be a butterfly?And chase the bumblebees."
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BUZZY BROWN
Buzzy Brown came home from town?As crazy as a loon,?He wore a purple overcoat?And sang a Sunday tune.
Buzzy Brown came home from town?As proud as he could be,?He found three doughnuts and a bun?A-growing on a tree.
THE WIND
The wind came a-whooping, down Cranberry Hill?And stole an umbrella from, Mother Medill.
It picked up a paper on Patterson's place?And carried it clean to the Rockaby Race.
And what was more shocking and awful than that,?It blew the new feather off grandmother's hat.
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THE HOBO BAND
The roads are good and the weather's grand,?So I'm off to play in the Hobo Band;?With a gaspipe flute and a cowhide drum?I'm going to make the music come.?With a toot, toot, toot, and a dum, dum, dum,?Just hear me make the music come!
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A BEETLE ON A BROOMSTRAW
A robin and a wren, as they walked along one night,?Saw a big brown beetle on a broomstraw.?Said the robin to the wren: "What a pretty, pretty sight-- That big brown beetle on a broomstraw!"?So they got their plates and knives,?Their children and their wives,?And gobbled up the beetle on the broomstraw.
MULE THOUGHTS
A silly little mule?Sat on a milking stool?And tried to write a letter to his father.?But he couldn't find the ink,?So he said: "I rather think?This writing letters home is too much bother."
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A CANDLE, A CANDLE
A candle, a candle?To light me to bed;?A pillow, a pillow?To tuck up my head.?The moon is as sleepy as sleepy can be,?The stars are all pointing their fingers at me,?And Missus Hop-Robin, way up in her nest,?Is rocking her tired little babies to rest.?So give me a blanket?To tuck up my toes,?And a little soft pillow?To snuggle my nose.
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BAXTER
Baxter had a billy-goat?Wall-eyed and double jointed.?He took him to the barber shop?And had his head anointed.
LODDY, GIN, AND ELLA ZANDER
Loddy, Gin, and Ella Zander?Rode to market on a gander;?Bought a crane for half a dollar;?Loddy led him by the collar.
Mister Crane said: "Hi there, master,?Can't you make your legs work faster??We can't poke along this way."?Then he slowly flew away.?Loddy held him fast, you bet,?And he hasn't come home yet.
AS I WAS GOING DOWN THE HILL
As I was going down the hill?In front of Missus Knapp's?I saw the little Knapperines?All in their winter wraps--?Purple mitts and mufflers?And knitted jersey