Lizzie Lawson

"MY dears, whatever are you at? You ought to be at home; I told you not to wet your feet -

"Who's afraid of a cat?" said he; "I'm not afraid of a cat." He was a bird who sat on a rail,

"Shake hands, shake hands my little girl," Said Mister Crab to Nell, "I'm very glad to meet you dear,

I hear a Song I think 'tis a thrush's. He sings to the Wild Rose

"It's bedtime, bedtime, Cissy dear, It's time to put away, Your little Noah's ark dear

A BUNCH of Christmas Roses, dear, To greet my fairest child, I plucked them in my garden where

IT'S Father's boat we're watching, Away out on the sea, She's named the Pretty Polly,

There are days of summer sunshine, Of warm and sunny weather, When the hedge is full of hawthorn

Bring Frost, bring Snow, Come winter, Bring us holly,

Like clouds that flit across the sky, So follow hopes and fears. What in these clouds see you and me

Little Bo-peep has lost her Sheep, (It's a secret to you I'm confiding.) At the end of the shelf,

Only half an hour or so Before nurse calls them to bed, And the ruddy light of a cheerful fire

"You are a naughty pussy-cat, I think it right to mention that, To all who see your picture here,

The tiny crocus is so bold It peeps its head above the mould, Before the flowers awaken,

"I DON'T believe that Santa Claus will come to you and me," Said little crippled Nell, "a'cause, we are so poor you see; And then I don't believe the 'chimbley's' wide enough for him,

Polly's the mate of the Nancy Lee, And Tom is the skipper bold, They sail together

Once there lived, I'm not sure where, May be Arcadee, Sweet-Heart and his mistress fair,

"I HAVE a little Bunny with a coat as soft as down, And nearly all of him is white except one bit of brown. The first thing in the morning when I get out of bed,

Shall I sing you a song, not short and not long, Of a story-book fairy who hides all among The covers and leaves of your pictures and prints,