Rhymes: Buzzy Brown came home from town...

Buzzy Brown came home from town As crazy as a loon, He wore a purple overcoat And sang a Sunday tune.

Buzzy Brown came home from town As proud as he could be, He found three doughnuts and a bun A-growing on a tree.

The wind came a-whooping, down Cranberry Hill And stole an umbrella from, Mother Medill.

It picked up a paper on Patterson's place And carried it clean to the Rockaby Race.

And what was more shocking and awful than that, It blew the new feather off grandmother's hat.

The roads are good and the weather's grand, So I'm off to play in the Hobo Band; With a gaspipe flute and a cowhide drum I'm going to make the music come. With a toot, toot, toot, and a dum, dum, dum, Just hear me make the music come!

A BEETLE ON A BROOMSTRAW

A robin and a wren, as they walked along one night, Saw a big brown beetle on a broomstraw. Said the robin to the wren: "What a pretty, pretty sight-- That big brown beetle on a broomstraw!" So they got their plates and knives, Their children and their wives, And gobbled up the beetle on the broomstraw.

A silly little mule Sat on a milking stool And tried to write a letter to his father. But he couldn't find the ink, So he said: "I rather think This writing letters home is too much bother."

A CANDLE, A CANDLE

A candle, a candle To light me to bed; A pillow, a pillow To tuck up my head. The moon is as sleepy as sleepy can be, The stars are all pointing their fingers at me, And Missus Hop-Robin, way up in her nest, Is rocking her tired little babies to rest. So give me a blanket To tuck up my toes, And a little soft pillow To snuggle my nose.

Baxter had a billy-goat Wall-eyed and double jointed. He took him to the barber shop And had his head anointed.

LODDY, GIN, AND ELLA ZANDER

Loddy, Gin, and Ella Zander Rode to market on a gander; Bought a crane for half a dollar; Loddy led him by the collar.

Mister Crane said: "Hi there, master, Can't you make your legs work faster? We can't poke along this way." Then he slowly flew away. Loddy held him fast, you bet, And he hasn't come home yet.

AS I WAS GOING DOWN THE HILL

As I was going down the hill In front of Missus Knapp's I saw the little Knapperines All in their winter wraps-- Purple mitts and mufflers And knitted jersey caps.

As I was coming back again In front of Missus Knapp's I saw that awful lady Give about a dozen slaps To every little Knapperine-- I thought it was, perhaps, Because they gathered stickers In their knitted jersey caps.

A LITTLE BOY RAN TO THE END OF THE SKY

A little boy ran to the end of the sky With a rag and a pole and a gooseberry pie. He cried: "Three cheers for the Fourth of July!" With a rag and a pole and a gooseberry pie.

He saw three little donkeys at play, He tickled their noses to make them bray, And he didn't come back until Christmas Day-- With a rag and a pole and a gooseberry pie.

A man with a nickel, A sword, and a sickle, A pipe, and a paper of pins Set out for the Niger To capture a tiger-- And that's how my story begins.

When he saw the wide ocean, He soon took a notion 'T would be nicer to stay with his friends. So he traded his hat For a tortoise-shell cat-- And that's how the chronicle ends.

A BEETLE ONCE SAT ON A BARBERRY TWIG

A beetle once sat on a barberry twig, And turned at the crank of a thingum-a-jig. Needles for hornets, nippers for ants, For the bumblebee baby a new pair of pants, For the grizzled old gopher a hat and a wig, The beetle ground out of his thingum-a-jig.

Tibbitts and Bibbitts and Solomon Sly Ran off one day with a cucumber pie. Tibbitts was tossed by a Kensington cow, Bibbitts was hanged on a brambleweed bough, And poor little Solomon--what do you think? Was drowned one dark night in a bottle of ink.

UPON THE IRISH SEA

Some one told Maria Ann, Maria Ann told me, That kittens ride in coffee cans Upon the Irish Sea.

From quiet caves to rolling waves, How jolly it must be To travel in a coffee can Upon the Irish Sea!

But when it snows and when it blows, How would you like to be A kitten in a coffee can Upon the Irish Sea?

Duckle, duckle, daisy, Martha must be crazy, She went and made a Christmas cake Of olive oil and gluten-flake, And set it in the sink to bake, Duckle, duckle, daisy.

I'VE GOT A NEW BOOK

I've got a new book from my Grandfather Hyde. It's skin on the cover and paper inside, And reads about Arabs and horses and slaves, And tells how the Caliph of Bagdad behaves. I'd not take a goat and a dollar beside For the book that I got from my Grandfather Hyde.

THE CARROT AND THE RABBIT

A carrot in a garden And a rabbit in the wood. Said the rabbit, "Beg your pardon, But you're surely meant for food; Though you've started in to harden, You may still be very good."

Hippy-Hi-Hoppy, the big fat toad, Greeted his friends at a turn of the road.

Said he to the snail: "Here's a ring for your tail If you'll go into town for my afternoon mail."