A PLAY FOR THE ARMS Pump, pump, pump, Water, water, come; Here a rush, there a gush, Done, done, done. THE LITTLE WINDOW _A Froebel Finger Play_ Look, my dear, at this window clear. See how the light shines through in here. If you would always see the light, Keep your heart's window clean and bright. SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four-and-twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie; When the pie was opened The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the King? The King was in his counting-house, Counting out his money; The Queen was in the parlor, Eating bread and honey; The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes; When up came a blackbird And nipped off her nose. (_At this line somebody's nose gets nipped._) THE PIGEON HOUSE _A Froebel Finger Play_ Now I'm going to open my pigeon-house door. The pigeons fly out to the light, Straight to the meadows so pleasant they soar, And flutter about with delight. But at evening they'll all come home at last, And the door of the house I'll then shut fast. SAID THIS LITTLE FAIRY Said this little fairy, "I'm as thirsty as can be." Said this little fairy, "I'm hungry, too, dear me!" Said this little fairy, "Who'll tell us where to go?" Said this little fairy, "I'm sure that I don't know." Said this little fairy, "Let's brew some dewdrop tea." So they sipped it and ate honey beneath the maple tree. A BURROWING GAME See the little mousie, creeping up the stair, Looking for a warm nest--there, oh, there! (_Mother's fingers creep up the body, and finally fumble in baby's neck._) PAT A CAKE _A Froebel Finger Play_ Baby, would you like to make For yourself a little cake? Pat it gently, smooth it down. Baker says: "Now, in to brown; Bring it here, baby dear, While the oven fire burns clear." "Baker, see, here is my cake; Bake it well for baby's sake." "In the oven, right deep down, Here the cake will soon get brown." A KNEE GAME What do I see? Baby's knee. Tickily, tickily, tic, tac, tee. One for a penny, two for a pound; Tickily, tickily, round and round. A FOOT PLAY Up, down--up, down. One foot up and one foot down, All the way to London town. Tra la la la la la. PUTTING THE FINGERS TO SLEEP My fingers are so sleepy It's time they went to bed, So first, you Baby Finger Tuck in your Little Head. Ringman, come now its your turn, And then come, Tallman Great; Now, Pointer Finger, hurry Because its getting late. Let's see if all are snuggled. No, here's one more to come, So come, lie close, little brothers, Make room for Master Thumb. TEN LITTLE SQUIRRELS