Rhymes: Poor little Timothy Grady...

Poor little Timothy Grady Screwed up his face at a lady, And, jiminy jack! It wouldn't come back. The louder he hollered The tighter it grew, His eyes are all red And his lips are all blue. Oh, mercy me, what in the world will he do? Poor little Timothy Grady!

CAPTAIN TICKLE AND HIS NICKEL

Captain Tickle had a nickel In a paper sack, He threw it in the river And he couldn't get it back. Captain Tickle spent his nickel For a rubber ball, And when he cut it open There was nothing there at all.

GRANDMOTHER GRUNDY

O Grandmother Grundy, Now what would you say If the katydids carried Your glasses away--

Carried them off To the top of the sky And used them to watch The eclipses go by?

NEEDLES AND PINS

Needles and pins, hooks and eyes! I saw a doughnut in the skies. Flipperjinks the circus clown Climbed a tree and got it down.

Tassle is a captain, Tinsel is a mayor, Tony is a baker-boy With 'lasses in his hair, Tipsy is a sailor, With anchors on his chest, And Tiny is the baby boy Who bosses all the rest.

Harry Hooker had a book And couldn't find a teacher. But still he managed very well, He climbed a box and rang a bell And turned into a preacher.

JELLY JAKE AND BUTTER BILL

Jelly Jake and Butter Bill One dark night when all was still Pattered down the long, dark stair, And no one saw the guilty pair; Pushed aside the pantry-door And there found everything galore,-- Honey, raisins, orange-peel, Cold chicken aplenty for a meal, Gingerbread enough to fill Two such boys as Jake and Bill. Well, they ate and ate and ate, Gobbled at an awful rate Till I'm sure they soon weighed more Than double what they did before. And then, it's awful, still it's true, The floor gave way and they went thru. Filled so full they couldn't fight. Slowly they sank out of sight. Father, Mother, Cousin Ann, Cook and nurse and furnace man Fished in forty-dozen ways After them, for twenty days; But not a soul has chanced to get A glimpse or glimmer of them yet. And I'm afraid we never will-- Poor Jelly Jake and Butter Bill.

Cut up a caper, You've got a paper And I've got a widget of string. You be the army And let nothing harm me For I am the captain and king.

Here come the sweet potatoes And here's the Sunday meat, I guess we must be ready now To eat, eat, eat.

I'm going to have the nicey plate And Daddy's leather seat, And wear my patent-leather shoes To eat, eat, eat.

My Daddy's talking all about The war, and some old fleet, I wonder if he never, never, Never wants to eat.

We're going to have some apple-cake, We're going to have a treat. O hurry, hurry, Daddy, Let us eat, eat, eat.

Hetty Hutton, Here's a button, Sew it on your dress.

Willie Waller, Here's a dollar, Maybe more or less.

Mister Shuster, Here's a rooster, Put him in a pen.

Mister Saxon, Get an ax an' Let him out again.

A BIG, FAT POTATO

A big, fat potato lay down on a clod In the shade of some burdock and tall goldenrod, And he dreamed he were king of the whole garden plot, With a palace and throne, and a crown with a lot Of jewels and diamonds and gold till it shone Like the front of a show when the lights are turned on. He had to be minded by all of the plants; When he whistled the radishes knew they must dance; When he tooted his horn the cucumbers must sing To a vegetable crowd gathered round in a ring. He made all the cabbages stand in a row While a sunflower instructed them just how to grow; The bright yellow pumpkins he painted light blue; Took the clothes off the scare-crow and made him buy new. He strutted and sputtered and thought it was grand To be king and commander o'er all the wide land. But at last he woke up with an awful surprise And found a blind mole kicking sand in his eyes.

A bundle of hay From Baffin's Bay, A johnny-cake from Rome, A man and a mule From Ultima Thule To carry the cargo home.

Peter, popper, dopper, Dan, Catch a moonbeam if you can; Climb a cedar ten feet high And pick the planets from the sky. You're a wonder, little man-- Peter, popper, dopper, Dan.

OLD FATHER ANNUM

Old Father Annum on New Year's Day Picked up his bag of months and years, Thrust in his hand in a careless way, And pulled a wee fellow out by the ears. "There you are," said he to the waiting crowd, "He's as good as any I have in my pack. I never can tell, but I hope to be proud Of the little rascal when I come back."

THE TIPPANY FLOWER

O what will you take for a tippany flower, And what will you take for a pansy? I'll take a smile for the tippany flower, And a kiss for the pretty pansy.

HERE COMES A CABBAGE

Here comes a cabbage with a bonnet on its head, A pretty purple bonnet with a bow of blue and red; And here comes a bottle with a collar 'round its neck, A handsome linen collar, too, without a spot or speck; Next comes a meat-saw, his job is biting beef, And according to the cleaver he has gold in all his teeth; And last of all there comes along, amid the ringing cheers, A princely Indian corn-stalk with rings in both his ears.