Hot-cross buns!
Hot-cross buns!
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot-cross buns!
Hot-cross buns!
Hot-cross buns!
If ye have no daughters,
Give them to your sons.
MY BLUE-EYED BABY BOY.
You ask me why I’m smiling so,
When every stock and bond is low;
Why my heart seems full, and running o’er with joy.
Can’t you guess the reason, say?
I am sure ’tis plain as day—
I’ve been romping with my blue-eyed baby boy.
Though I faint beneath my cares,
And my wheat seems full of tares,
I can still have fullest peace without alloy;
For in the twilight gloam,
I shall hasten to my home,
And be greeted by my blue-eyed baby boy.
Let the morbid fellow groan,
In a melancholy tone,
Seeing only thorns and thistles that annoy;
Missing all the roses nigh,
And not once suspecting why—
He has never had a blue-eyed baby boy.
—_Ellen Brannan Tawney._
[Illustration: The Nursery Express.]
PLAYING TABLEAUX.
Mother dressed us up for tableaux,
Little Cousin Lu and me;
And I heard the people saying,
We were cute as we could be!
Maybe Lu looked rather pretty,
But a boy dressed up like that,
With a great long coat around him,
And his Father’s new silk hat,
Feels like running off and hiding;
And I would have done it, too,
If I hadn’t promised Mother,
I would be as good as Lu.
Lu was dressed in shining satin,
With a veil fixed on her head,
Just like Aunt Lucille last summer,
When she married Uncle Ned.
But I mean to marry Mother,
When I’ve grown up big and strong;
I was six years old last Sunday,
So it won’t take very long.
When I told her all about it,
She just laughed and shook her head,
“When you’re quite grown up, my laddie,
You’ll ask someone else instead.”
—_Lillian Howard Cork._
_Old Mother Hubbard._
[Illustration]
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To get her poor dog a bone;
But when she came there,
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the baker’s
To buy him some bread;
But when she came back,
The poor dog was dead.
[Illustration]
She went to the joiner’s
To buy him a coffin;
But when she came back,
The poor dog was laughing.
[Illustration]
She took a clean dish
To get him some tripe;
But when she came back,
He was smoking his pipe.
[Illustration]
She went to the fishmonger’s
To buy him some fish;
And when she came back,
He was licking the dish.
She went to the ale-house
To get him some beer;
But when she came back,
The dog sat in a chair.
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