A pocket handkerchief to hem— On dear, oh dear, oh dear! How many stitches it will take Before it’s done, I fear. Yet set a stitch and then a stitch, And stitch and stitch away, Till stitch by stitch the hem is done— And after work is play! If a pig wore a wig, What could we say? Treat him as a gentleman, And say “Good day.” If his tail chanced to fail, What could we do?— Send him to the tailoress To get one new. Seldom “can’t,” Seldom “don’t” Never “shan’t,” Never “won’t.” 1 and 1 are 2 That’s for me and you. 2 and 2 are 4— That’s a couple more. 3 and 3 are 6 Barley-sugar sticks. 4 and 4 are 8 Tumblers at the gate. 5 and 5 are 10 Bluff seafaring men. 6 and 6 are 12 Garden lads who delve. 7 and 7 are 14 Young men bent on sporting. 8 and 8 are 16 Pills the doctor’s mixing. 9 and 9 are 18 Passengers kept waiting. 10 and 10 are 20 Roses—pleasant plenty! 11 and 11 are 22 Sums for brother George to do. 12 and 12 are 24 Pretty pictures, and no more. How many seconds in a minute? Sixty, and no more in it. How many minutes in an hour? Sixty for sun and shower. How many hours in a day? Twenty-four for work and play. How many days in a week? Seven both to hear and speak. How many weeks in a month? Four, as the swift moon runn’th. How many months in a year? Twelve the almanack makes clear. How many years in an age? One hundred says the sage. How many ages in time? No one knows the rhyme. What will you give me for my pound? Full twenty shillings round. What will you give me for my shilling? Twelve pence to give I’m willing. What will you give me for my penny? Four farthings, just so many. January cold desolate; February all dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny June Brings longest day; In scorched July The storm-clouds fly Lightning-torn; August bears corn, September fruit; In rough October Earth must disrobe her; Stars fall and shoot In keen November; And night is long And cold is strong In bleak December. What is pink? a rose is pink By the fountain’s brink. What is red? a poppy’s red In its barlev bed. What is blue? the sky is blue Where the clouds float thro’. What is white? a swan is white Sailing in the light. What is yellow: pears are yellow, Rich and ripe and mellow. What is green? the grass is green. With small flowers between. What is violet? clouds are violet In the summer twilight. What is orange? why, an orange, Just an orange! Mother shake the cherry-tree, Susan catch a cherry; Oh how funny that will be, Let’s be merry! One for brother, one for sister, Two for mother more, Six for father, hot and tired, Knocking at the door.