The tr ee i n the wood, an d the woo d in the
gr ound,
And the gre e n grass gro wing all ar ound .
And on this tree there was a limb,
The pr ett ie st lim b yo u ever did se e ;
The limb on the tr ee , an d the tr ee i n the
The tr ee i n the wood, an d the wood
gr ou nd,
And the gr een grass gr owing all ar o und .
And on this lim b ther e was a bough,
The pr ettiest bough yo u ever did s e e ;
The bough on the limb, an d the limb on the tr ee,
The limb on the tr ee, an d the tr ee i n the wood,
The tr ee in the wood, an d the wood in the
gr ound,
And the gr een grass gr owing all ar ound .
Now on this bough there w as a nest,
And i n thi s nest ther e wer e s om e eggs ,
The pr ettiest eggs yo u ever did se e ;
Eggs i n the nest, an d the nest on the bough,
The bough on the lim b, an d the limb on the tr ee ,
The limb on the tr ee, an d the tr ee i n the wood,
The tr ee i n the wood, an d the wood i n the
gr ound,
And the gr ee n grass gr owing all ar ound,
And the gr een grass gr owing all ar ound .
Hey ! diddl e, diddl e,
The cat an d the fiddl e,
The co w j umped over the moon ;
The littl e dog l a ughed
To se e such spor t,
And the di s h r an away with the spoon .
Pussy sits beside the fire ,
How can she be fai r
In com es the littl e dog, Pu ss y, ar e yo u ther e
SO, so , dear Mistr ess Pu ssy,
Pr ay tell m e how do yo u do
Tha nk yo u, thank yo u , littl e
I ’ m very well j u st now.
Di n g dong bell , The cat ’ s in the well !
Who put he r in
Little Johnny Gr een .
Who pul led he r o ut
Big Johnny Stout .
What a naughty boy w as that
To dr own poor pussy cat ,
Who never did him an y har m ,
But killed the mice i n hi s fathe r ’ s
DAISIES.
At evening when I go to bed
I se e the star s shine over hea d ;
They ar e the littl e daisies white
That dot the m eadow of the Night .
And often whi l e I ’ m dr ea ming so , Acr oss the sky the Moon will go ;
It is a la dy, sweet an d fair , Who comes to gather dai sies ther e .
Fo r , when at m or ning I arise,
The r e ’ s not a sta r l eft in the skies ;
She ’ s picked them al l an d dr opped them down Into the meadows of the town .
SPINNING TOP.
When I spin r ou nd without a stop
And keep my bal anc e like the top,
I fin d that soon the floor will swim
Befor e my eyes an d then , like him ,
I li e all dizz y on the floor
Unti l I feel like spinning mor e .