Rhymes: Jerry was a joker....

Jerry was a joker. He carried off the poker And dressed it up from head to heel In clover-tops and orange-peel And fed it bones and barley meal. Poor old Rusty Poker!

King Kokem lay snoozing upon his brass bed-- Oh, play an old tune on your fiddle! With shoes on his feet, and a crown on his head-- Oh, tune up your rusty old fiddle!

He dreamed of a land where the lions were tame, Where they fried their lamb-chops on a griddle, Where they called all the parrots and monkeys by name-- Oh, play us a tune on your fiddle!

He dreamed of a sea filled with raspberry pop, With a cocoanut isle in the middle, Where the stones and the boulders had icing on top-- Go strike up a tune on your fiddle!

He dreamed of a sky where the moonbeams all danced While a comet was telling a riddle, Where the stars and the planets and sun-dogs all pranced While the moon played his fiddle de diddle.

OLD MISSUS SKINNER

Old Missus Skinner Had dumplings for dinner And sat on a very high stool; When she cut thru the hide There was nothing inside, Which I'm sure was not often the rule.

Oh, Mother, Oh, Mother, Come quickly and see, The house and the farmyard Have gone on a spree.

The pig's in the pantry, The chickens are out, The parrot is perched On the tea kettle spout.

And mercy, Oh, mercy, Oh, what shall I do? A rat has run off With my very best shoe.

CELLA REE AND TOMMY TO

Two funny friends that you all know Are Cella Ree and Tommy To. About as queer as friends can be, Are Tommy To and Cella Ree. For hours they sit there grim and stable Side by side upon the table. Tom is red and Cella pale, His blushes are of no avail; She sits, in spite of his endeavor, As firm and undisturbed as ever, A funny pair, you must agree, This Tommy To and Cella Ree.

IF I WERE RICHER

If I were richer I'd buy a pitcher With scenery on it. 'Jolica ware-- Storks here and there, And a funny affair With ladies on it.

In half a minute I'd mix up in it A wonderful drink-- Peppermint, ice, Lemons and spice-- Taste pretty nice, What do you think?

THE ARMY OF THE QUEEN

O the Army of the Queen, The Army of the Queen, Some are dressed in turkey-red And some are dressed in green; A colonel and a captain, A corporal in between, Their guns are filled with powder And their swords are bright and keen; So toot your little trumpet For the Army of the Queen.

Romulus, Romulus, Father of Rome, Ran off with a wolf And he wouldn't come home.

When he grew up He founded a city With an eagle, a bear, And a tortoise-shell kitty.

My dad was a soldier and fought in the wars, My grandfather fought on the sea, And the tales of their daring and valor of course Put the sand and the ginger in me.

I'm not scared of tigers or any wild beast, I could fight with a lion all right, I wouldn't be 'fraid of a bear in the least-- Excepting, perhaps, in the night.

But sister, she's skeery as skeery can be, She's even afraid of the bark of a tree.

Percy when a little boy Was quiet as a mouse, He never set the barn afire Nor battered down the house.

He used to sit for hours and hours Just gazing at the moon, And feeding little fishes Sarsaparilla from a spoon.

MOON, O MOON IN THE EMPTY SKY

Moon, O Moon in the empty sky, Why do you swing so low? Pretty moon with the silver ring And the long bright beams where the fairies cling, Where do you always go?

I go to the land of the Siamese, Ceylon and the Great Plateau, Over the seas where Sinbad sailed, Where Moses crossed and Pharaoh failed,-- There's where I always go.

"Rag-man, rag-man, Taggy, taggy, rag-man, Tell us what you've got there in your sack."

"Oh--it's full of rimes and riddles, Jingles, jokes, and hi-de-diddles-- This bundle that I carry on my back."

"O tell us, funny rag-man, Grinny, skinny rag-man, Where did you pick up your funny rimes?"

"Some were dancing with corn-flowers, Some were hiding in church-towers, And sprinkled helter-skelter by the chimes."

"Rag-man, rag-man, Nice old taggy rag-man, Sing us just one jingle, tingle song."

"Why, my dears, I've got a plenty, Sing you one? I'll sing you twenty-- I've been hoping you would ask me all along."

WHENEVER I GO OUT TO WALK

Whenever I go out to walk, All the geese begin to gawk; And when I start to wander back, All the ducks begin to quack.

Mister McCune Can whistle a tune,

Old Uncle Strong Can sing us a song,

Benjamin Biddle Can play on the fiddle,

Captain O'Trigg Can dance us a jig,

And I, if I'm able, Will tell you a fable.

Heigho, Billy Bumpkins, How d' you grow your pumpkins? "At six o'clock I sows 'em, At ten o'clock I hoes 'em, An' jes before I goes to bed I puts 'em in the pumpkin shed."

Tell us, Billy Bumpkins, How d' you sell your pumpkins? "I lends 'em to the ladies, I gives 'em to the babies, An' trades a hundred for a kiss To any pretty little miss."

BLUE FLAMES AND RED FLAMES

Blue flames and red flames In a world all dark; Blue flames and red flames, And a tiny spark Hurrying to heaven, lest it should be late; Lest the cautious seraphim close the shining gate, And leave the little wanderer forevermore to fly Like an orphan angel through the endless sky.