Dear little bare feet, Dimpled and white, In your long nightgown Wrapped for the night. Come, let me count all Your queer little toes, Pink as the heart Of a shell or a rose. One is a lady That sits in the sun; Two is a baby, And three is a nun. Four is a lily With innocent breast; And five is a birdie Asleep on her nest. "BABY'S TOES" BY EDITH A. BENTLEY Five little piggie wiggies Standing in a row, We always have to toddle Where the baby wants to go; Up-stairs and down-stairs, Indoors and out, We're always close together And we never fall out. _Chorus:_ Father-Pig and Mother-Pig, And Big-Brother Pig, And Sister-Pig, and darling little Baby Piggie-Wig! Oh, sometimes we are all tied up In a bag so tight. This is when the baby goes "To sleepy-bye" at night. Then there's nothing else to do But cuddle down and rest-- Just as little birdies cuddle In their little nest. _Chorus:_ Father-Pig and Mother-Pig And Big-Brother Pig, And Sister-Pig, and darling little Baby Piggie-Wig! THIS IS THE WAY MY FINGERS STAND _To the tune of "Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush."_ This is the way my fingers stand, Fingers stand, fingers stand, This is the way my fingers stand, So early in the morning. This is the way I fold my hand, Fold my hand, fold my hand, This is the way I fold my hand, So early in the morning. This is the way they dance about, Dance about, dance about, This is the way they dance about, So early in the morning. This is the way they go to rest, Go to rest, go to rest, This is the way they go to rest, So early in the morning. THUMBKIN, POINTER Thumbkin, Pointer, Middleman big, Sillyman, Weeman, rig-a-jig-jig. NAMING THE FINGERS[A] BY LAURA E. RICHARDS This is little Tommy Thumb, Round and smooth as any plum. This is busy Peter Pointer: Surely he's a double-jointer. This is mighty Toby Tall, He's the biggest one of all. This is dainty Reuben Ring: He's too fine for anything. And this little wee one, maybe, Is the pretty Finger-baby. All the five we've counted now, Busy fingers in a row. Every finger knows the way How to work and how to play; Yet together work they best, Each one helping all the rest. [A] _From "Songs and Music of Froebel's Mother Play"; used by permission of the publishers, D. Appleton & Company._ ROBERT BARNS Robert Barns, fellow fine, Can you shoe this horse of mine, So that I may cut a shine? Yes, good sir, and that I can, As well as any other man; There a nail, and here a prod, And now, good sir, your horse is shod.