The Peter Patter Book of Nursery Rhymes | Page 9

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EAT, EAT, EAT
Here come the sweet potatoes?And here's the Sunday meat,?I guess we must be ready now?To eat, eat, eat.
I'm going to have the nicey plate?And Daddy's leather seat,?And wear my patent-leather shoes?To eat, eat, eat.
My Daddy's talking all about?The war, and some old fleet,?I wonder if he never, never,?Never wants to eat.
We're going to have some apple-cake,?We're going to have a treat.?O hurry, hurry, Daddy,?Let us eat, eat, eat.
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HETTY HUTTON
Hetty Hutton,?Here's a button,?Sew it on your dress.
Willie Waller,?Here's a dollar,?Maybe more or less.
Mister Shuster,?Here's a rooster,?Put him in a pen.
Mister Saxon,?Get an ax an'?Let him out again.
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A BIG, FAT POTATO
A big, fat potato lay down on a clod?In the shade of some burdock and tall goldenrod,?And he dreamed he were king of the whole garden plot,?With a palace and throne, and a crown with a lot?Of jewels and diamonds and gold till it shone?Like the front of a show when the lights are turned on.?He had to be minded by all of the plants;?When he whistled the radishes knew they must dance;?When he tooted his horn the cucumbers must sing?To a vegetable crowd gathered round in a ring.?He made all the cabbages stand in a row?While a sunflower instructed them just how to grow;?The bright yellow pumpkins he painted light blue;?Took the clothes off the scare-crow and made him buy new. He strutted and sputtered and thought it was grand?To be king and commander o'er all the wide land.?But at last he woke up with an awful surprise?And found a blind mole kicking sand in his eyes.
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A BUNDLE OF HAY
A bundle of hay?From Baffin's Bay,?A johnny-cake from Rome,?A man and a mule?From Ultima Thule?To carry the cargo home.
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PETER, POPPER
Peter, popper, dopper, Dan,?Catch a moonbeam if you can;?Climb a cedar ten feet high?And pick the planets from the sky.?You're a wonder, little man--?Peter, popper, dopper, Dan.
OLD FATHER ANNUM
Old Father Annum on New Year's Day?Picked up his bag of months and years,?Thrust in his hand in a careless way,?And pulled a wee fellow out by the ears.?"There you are," said he to the waiting crowd,?"He's as good as any I have in my pack.?I never can tell, but I hope to be proud?Of the little rascal when I come back."
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THE TIPPANY FLOWER
O what will you take for a tippany flower,?And what will you take for a pansy??I'll take a smile for the tippany flower,?And a kiss for the pretty pansy.
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HERE COMES A CABBAGE
Here comes a cabbage with a bonnet on its head,?A pretty purple bonnet with a bow of blue and red;?And here comes a bottle with a collar 'round its neck,?A handsome linen collar, too, without a spot or speck;?Next comes a meat-saw, his job is biting beef,?And according to the cleaver he has gold in all his teeth; And last of all there comes along, amid the ringing cheers, A princely Indian corn-stalk with rings in both his ears.
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PLENTY
There are plenty feathers on a hen?And prickers on a rose,?There is plenty roaring in a den?Of lions, goodness knows;
There are plenty fishes in the lake?And islands in the sea;?There are plenty raisins in this cake?For even you and me.
THE RUNAWAYS
A pipe and a spoon and a tenpenny nail?Stole a tin dishpan and went for a sail.?But the cook he grew curious,?Fussy, and furious;?Gathered his trappings, and went on their trail.?He found them that night in a pitiful plight,?And sent them all home on the ten o'clock mail.
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THE SALESMAN
Hi! Hi! Who will buy?A wee little cloud for the pretty blue sky??Some are purple, some are red,?And all are soft as a feather bed.?Hi! Little children, won't any one buy?One little cloud for the pretty blue sky?
A RACE, A RACE TO MOSCOW
A race, a race to Moscow,?Before the close of day!?A race, a race to Moscow,?A long, long way!?First comes a butterfly a-riding on a frog,?Next comes a water rat a-floating on a log;?A caterpillar on the fence, a hopper in the hay--?Who'll get to Moscow before the close of day?
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A PRINCE FROM PEPPERVILLE
A prince came down from Pepperville?In satin and in lace,?He wore a bonnet on his head?And whiskers on his face.
And when he came to Battleburg?This is what befell:?He gave the king and cabinet?A half a peanut shell.
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BOATS
Hitch up your cattle?And drive to Seattle?To see all the boats come in,--?From Kibi and Kobi?And Panama Dobi?And some from the Islands of Myn.?They're bringing us rices?And cocoa and spices?And pineapples done up in tin,?And maybe Aunt Dinah?Will come back from China?If ever the boats get in.
PRETTY THINGS
Pretty poppies,?Pretty trees,?Pretty little lettuce-leaves,?Pretty pebbles,?Red and brown,?Pretty floating thistle-down.?Pretty baby,?Curly head,?Standing in a pansy-bed,?Pretty clouds?All white and curled--?O the great, big pretty world!
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DID YOU EVER?
Did you ever go to the watering trough?And watch the