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Refrain from work on Saturdays as strictly as you may;
So shall the saint your patron be and prosper all you do--
And when examinations come he'll see you safely through.
#NUMBER RHYMES#
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
I caught a hare alive.
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
I let it go again.
OVER IN THE MEADOW
BY OLIVE A. WADSWORTH
Over in the meadow,
In the sand, in the sun,
Lived an old mother toad
And her little toadie one.
"Wink!" said the mother;
"I wink," said the one:
So she winked and she blinked
In the sand, in the sun.
Over in the meadow,
Where the stream runs blue,
Lived an old mother fish
And her little fishes two.
"Swim!" said the mother;
"We swim," said the two:
So they swam and they leaped
Where the stream runs blue.
Over in the meadow,
In a hole in a tree,
Lived a mother bluebird
And her little birdies three.
"Sing!" said the mother;
"We sing," said the three:
So they sang and were glad
In the hole in the tree.
Over in the meadow,
In the reeds on the shore,
Lived a mother muskrat
And her little ratties four.
"Dive!" said the mother;
"We dive," said the four:
So they dived and they burrowed
In the reeds on the shore.
Over in the meadow,
In a snug beehive,
Lived a mother honeybee
And her little honeys five.
"Buzz!" said the mother;
"We buzz," said the five:
So they buzzed and they hummed
In the snug beehive.
Over in the meadow,
In a nest built of sticks,
Lived a black mother crow
And her little crows six.
"Caw!" said the mother;
"We caw," said the six:
So they cawed and they cawed
In their nest built of sticks.
Over in the meadow,
Where the grass is so even,
Lived a gray mother cricket
And her little crickets seven.
"Chirp!" said the mother;
"We chirp," said the seven:
So they chirped cheery notes
In the grass soft and even.
Over in the meadow,
By the old mossy gate,
Lived a brown mother lizard
And her little lizards eight.
"Bask!" said the mother;
"We bask!" said the eight:
So they basked in the sun
By the old mossy gate.
Over in the meadow,
Where the clear pools shine,
Lived a green mother frog
And her little froggies nine.
"Croak!" said the mother;
"We croak," said the nine:
So they croaked and they splashed
Where the clear pools shine.
Over in the meadow,
In a sly little den,
Lived a gray mother spider
And her little spiders ten.
"Spin!" said the mother;
"We spin," said the ten:
So they spun lace webs
In their sly little den.
Over in the meadow,
In the soft summer even,
Lived a mother firefly
And her little flies eleven.
"Shine!" said the mother;
"We shine," said the eleven:
So they shone like stars
In the soft summer even.
Over in the meadow,
Where the men dig and delve,
Lived a wise mother ant
And her little anties twelve.
"Toil!" said the mother;
"We toil," said the twelve:
So they toiled and were wise
Where the men dig and delve.
COUNTING APPLE-SEEDS
One, I love,
Two, I love,
Three, I love, I say,
Four, I love with all my heart,
And five, I cast away;
Six, he loves,
Seven, she loves,
Eight, they both love;
Nine, he comes,
Ten, he tarries,
Eleven, he courts,
Twelve, he marries;
Thirteen, wishes,
Fourteen, kisses,
All the rest little witches.
TWINS
BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
Here's a baby! Here's another!
A sister and her infant brother.
Which is which 'tis hard to tell,
But "mother" knows them very well.
THE RHYME OF TEN LITTLE RABBITS
BY KATE N. MYTINGER
1 little rabbit, =one=
went out in the field to run.
2 little rabbits, =two=
Said they didn't know what to do.
3 little rabbits, =three=
Said: "Let us climb a tree."
4 little rabbits, =four=
Said: "Let's swing on the old barn door."
5 little rabbits, =five=
Said: "We're glad just to be alive."
6 little rabbits, =six=
Said: "We like to pick up sticks."
7 little rabbits, =seven=
Said: "We wish we were eleven."
8 little rabbits, =eight=
Said: "Come let us run through the gate."
9 little rabbits, =nine=
Said: "Then let us form in line."
10 little rabbits, =ten=
all got in line--and then--wasn't it fun to see them run?
IN JULY.
BY A. S. WEBBER.
10
Ten little fire crackers
Standing in a line,
One thought he'd light a match
Then--
There were nine.
9
Nine little fire crackers
Walking very straight,
One caught an engine spark
Then--
There were eight.
8
Eight little fire crackers
Trying to spell "LEAVEN,"
One went too near the gas,
Then--
There were seven.
7
Seven little fire crackers
Cutting up tricks,
One played with lighted punk
Then--
There were six.
6
Six little fire crackers
Glad they are alive,
One went to have a smoke
Then
There were five.
5
Five little fire crackers
Wishing there were more,
One went to find a friend
Then
There were four.
4
Four little fire crackers
Merry as could be,
One played upon the hearth
Then
There were three.
3
Three little fire crackers
Puzzled what to do,
One started the kitchen fire
Then
There were two.
2
Two little fire crackers
Looking for some fun,
One met a little boy
Then
There was one.
1
One little fire cracker
Sat him down to cry,
'Tis such a risky thing
To live
In July.
The Wish of Priscilla Penelope Powers
Priscilla Penelope Powers one day
Took tea at a neighbor's just over the way.
Two pieces of pie they urged her to take,
And seven whole slices of chocolate cake!
"Oh, dear," sighed Priscilla Penelope Powers,
"I wish I was your little girl 'stead of ours!"
_Mrs. John T Van Sant._
Winklelman Von Winkel
Winkelman Von Winkel is the wisest man alive,
He Knows that one and one make two, and two and three make five;
He knows that water runs down hill, that the sun sets in the west,
And that for winter weather wear, one's winter clothes are best;
In fact, he does not mingle much with common folk around,
Because his learning is so great--his wisdom so profound.
_Clara Odell Lyon._
TEN LITTLE COOKIES
Ten little cookies, brown and crisp and fine--
Grandma gave Baby one; then there were nine.
Nine little cookies on a china plate--
Betty took a small one; then there were eight.
Eight little cookies, nice and round and even--
The butcher boy ate one; then there were seven.
Seven little cookies, much liked by chicks--
The old hen ate one, then there were six.
Six little cookies, when grandma went to drive--
Betty had another one; then there were five.
Five little cookies, placed too near the door--
The little doggie ate one; then there were four.
Four little cookies, brown as brown could be--
Grandma took one for herself, then there were three.
Three little cookies--when grandpa said, "I too,
Would like a very little one", then there were two.
Two little cookies--fast did Betty run
To give one to her mamma; then there was one.
One little cooky--and now our story is done,
Baby Jane ate the last, then there was none.
OUR BABY
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