"Toys! toys! Penny Toys! Toys for girls, and toys for boys! Toys for dots who scarce can crawl, Toys for youngsters stout and tall, Toys for prince and peasant too, Toys, my dears, for all of you! Toys for girls and toys for boys! Toys! toys! Penny Toys!" That is how the toyman talks, As through London Town he walks; Bawling out his toyman's song, While he slowly moves along, On the pavement with a tray Which is filled, from day to day, With new toys to catch the eye Of the youthful passer-by. Sometimes it's a great big spider, Like that Miss Muffet had beside her; Sometimes it's a bat that flies, Or a baby doll that cries; Sometimes it's a frog that leaps, Or a crocodile that creeps: But whatever toy is shown, For a penny it's your own. The Orange Girl Orange-girl Kitty Here you may see. That she is pretty All will agree. "Three for a penny!" That is her cry; No wonder many Hasten to buy. Orange-girl Kitty's Mother, we're told, Everyone pities-- So feeble and old. Poor mother's living Kitty obtains, Cheerfully giving Her all that she gains. Orange-girl Kitty Roams to and fro; All through the city She's known high and low. When the sun's shining, When the rain falls, Never repining,-- "Fine fruit!" Kitty calls. The First of May Chimney Sweeps' Day, Blackbird is gay, Here he is singing, you see, in the "May." He has feathers as black as a chimney sweep's coat, So on Chimney Sweeps' Day he must pipe a glad note. [Illustration: Jack in the Green] Jack-in-the-Green from door to door Capers along with his followers four. As May Day mummers are seldom seen, Let us all give a copper to Jack-in-the-Green. St. James's Park What a countrified scene we have here! Who would think London Town was so near, That its murmur comes borne on the breeze To the listener under the trees? To this spot, to buy biscuits or buns, Each city child joyously runs. But the Park's greatest treat, they all vow, Is a glass of new milk from the cow. Cried the drake to the ducks, "Here's a boy with a bun, Come, make haste! we shall have quite a feast!" "Would you mind," said a swan, "if we shared in the fun?" "O dear no!" said he; "not in the least!" It was surely through fear, not politeness at all, That the drake made so civil a speech, For that one penny bun, after all, was so small, There was hardly a mouthful for each!