The Peter Patter Book of Nursery Rhymes | Page 5

upon dry land.?That night, when all was fine as silk?And she had supped her bread and milk,?She grinned and told old Batteroff?How she got the whale to cough.
SIX LITTLE SALMON
I sing a funny song from away out west,?Of six little salmon with their hats on;?How they all left home--but I forget the rest--?The six little salmon with their hats on.
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TO GARRY ON THE TOOT-TOOT
Oh, I want to go to Garry?On the toot-toot, toot-toot,?You and I together?On the toot-toot, toot-toot.?Go run and ask your mother?For some kind of cake or other,?And a bit of cotton wadding?For your ball-suit.?Get your bobber and a bat,?And be back as quick as scat,?For we've got to go to Garry?On the toot-toot.
DOUBBLEDOON
Bobbin rode a rocking-horse?'Way down to Doubbledoon,?He told his little sister?He'd be back that afternoon.?But maybe after all she didn't?Understand him right,?For he wasn't back again?Till the middle of the night.
And what did little Bobbin see?'Way down at Doubbledoon??He saw a crazy Arab?Throwing bubbles at the moon,?A monkey making faces?And a rabbit in a rage,?A parrot shouting "Murder!"?From the ceiling of his cage.
At last a yellow jumping-jack,?A camel, and a coon,?Chased poor little Bobbin?All the way from Doubbledoon.
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THE PARTY
Billy Bluebird had a party?In an elder tree,?But the little black-eyed smarty?Didn't ask us to his party?Neither you nor me.
This is what they had for dinner,?For I peeked to see:?Apple seeds and beetle finner,?And for drink the little sinner?Gave them tansy tea.
But there came an awful clatter?From that elder tree,?When he served them on a platter?Hopper-hash and brick-dust batter?Trimmed with celery!
All the folks were hale and hearty,?Happy as could be;?And that little black-eyed smarty?Left out of his funny party?Only you and me.
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I'VE GOT A YELLOW PUPPY
I've got a yellow puppy,?And I've got a speckled hen,?I've got a lot of little?Spotted piggies in a pen.?I've got a gun that used to shoot,?Another one that squirts,?I've got some horehound candy?And a pair of woolen shirts.?I've got a little rubber ball?They use for playing golf,?And mamma thinks that's maybe why?I've got the whooping-cough.
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DOCTOR McSWATTLE
Doctor McSwattle?Filled up a bottle?With vinegar, varnish, and rum.?And offered a swallow?To all who would follow?The call of his trumpet and drum.?It's good, I am told,?For a cough or a cold;?It's good for a pain in your thumb.
COLUMBUS
Columbus sailed over the ocean blue?To find the United States.?In three small ships he carried his crew,?And none of the three were mates.
He found a land in the western seas,?And Indians galore,?With jabbering parrots in the trees,?And sharks along the shore.
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He filled his pockets with sparkling stones?And took to the mighty main,?With a couple of slaves, some nuts and cones?For the glorious king of Spain.
Now this is the tale Columbus told,?And most of 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