You'd hardly think that the rosy chap Sitting up there in his mother's lap, Sweet and smiling, dimpled and fat, Was very much of an autocrat; Yet never a king on his throne could be More determined to rule than he, And a merry hubbub he's sure to make When His Royal Highness is wide awake. Some days he's merry; some days he's sad; And none are troubled when he is glad; Sometimes he's cross, and they're sure to say "His Royal Highness is sick to-day." They strive to humor his every mood, And now the noises are all subdued; On tip-toe lightly his vassals creep, For His Royal Highness is fast asleep. JOSEPHINE POLLARD. [Illustration] [Illustration: music] NURSERY SONG. Words by GEO. COOPER. Music by HATTIE R. GILMOR. 1. Where do all the daisies go! I know, I know! Underneath the snow they creep, Nod their little heads and sleep; In the spring-time out they peep; ... That is where they go. Yes! That is where they go. 2. Where do all the birdies go? I know, I know! Far away from winter snow, To the fair, warm South they go, There they stay till daisies blow; That is where they go. 3. Where do all the babies go? I know, I know! In the glancing firelight warm, Safely sheltered from all harm, Soft they lie on mother's arm; That is where they go. * * * * * Transcriber's Notes: Obvious punctuation errors repaired. The original text for the January issue had a table of contents that spanned six issues. This was divided amongst those issues. Additionally, only the January issue had a title page. This page was copied for the remaining five issues. Each issue had the number added on the title page after the Volume number. Page 35, repeated word "to" removed. Original read (mamma planned to to have some) Page 62, the format of the first word of the poem was changed from regular text to match the format of the first words of the rest of the text. End of Project Gutenberg's The Nursery, February 1881, Vol. XXIX, by Various