DOWN BY THE POND THE LITTLE BLACK HEN THE FRIEND THE GOOD LITTLE GIRL A THOUGHT KING HILARY AND THE BEGGARMAN SWING SONG EXPLAINED TWICE TIMES THE MORNING WALK CRADLE SONG WAITING AT THE WINDOW PINKLE PURR WIND ON THE HILL FORGOTTEN IN THE DARK THE END NOW WE ARE SIX SOLITUDE I have a house where I go When there's too many people, I have a house where I go Where no one can be; I have a house where I go, Where nobody ever says "No"; Where no one says anything--so There is no one but me. KING JOHN'S CHRISTMAS King John was not a good man-- He had his little ways. And sometimes no one spoke to him For days and days and days. And men who came across him, When walking in the town, Gave him a supercilious stare, Or passed with noses in the air-- And bad King John stood dumbly there, Blushing beneath his crown. King John was not a good man, And no good friends had he. He stayed in every afternoon... But no one came to tea. And, round about December, The cards upon his shelf Which wished him lots of Christmas cheer, And fortune in the coming year, Were never from his near and dear, But only from himself. King John was not a good man, Yet had his hopes and fears. They'd given him no present now For years and years and years. But every year at Christmas, While minstrels stood about, Collecting tribute from the young For all the songs they might have sung, He stole away upstairs and hung A hopeful stocking out. King John was not a good man, He lived his life aloof; Alone he thought a message out While climbing up the roof. He wrote it down and propped it Against the chimney stack: "TO ALL AND SUNDRY--NEAR AND FAR-- F. CHRISTMAS IN PARTICULAR." And signed it not "Johannes R." But very humbly, "JACK." "I want some crackers, And I want some candy; I think a box of chocolates Would come in handy; I don't mind oranges, I do like nuts! And I SHOULD like a pocket-knife That really cuts. And, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all, Bring me a big, red india-rubber ball!"