The Dormouse turned over to shut out the sight Of the endless chrysanthemums (yellow and white). “How lovely,” he thought, “to be back in a bed Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red).” [Illustration: Mouse with nurse] The Doctor said, “Tut! It’s another attack!” And ordered him Milk and Massage-of-the-back, And Freedom-from-worry and Drives-in-a-car, And murmured, “How sweet your chrysanthemums are!” [Illustration: Mouse being chauffeured] The Dormouse lay there with his paws to his eyes, And imagined himself such a pleasant surprise: “I’ll _pretend_ the chrysanthemums turn to a bed Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red)!” [Illustration: Doctor admiring chrysanthemums] The Doctor next morning was rubbing his hands, And saying, “There’s nobody quite understands These cases as I do! The cure has begun! How fresh the chrysanthemums look in the sun!” The Dormouse lay happy, his eyes were so tight He could see no chrysanthemums, yellow or white, And all that he felt at the back of his head Were delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red). [Illustration: Mouse curled up asleep] _And that is the reason (Aunt Emily said) If a Dormouse gets in a chrysanthemum bed, You will find (so Aunt Emily says) that he lies Fast asleep on his front with his paws to his eyes._ [Illustration: Shoemakers] SHOES AND STOCKINGS There’s a cavern in the mountain where the old men meet (_Hammer, hammer, hammer . . . Hammer, hammer, hammer_ . . .) They make gold slippers for my lady’s feet (_Hammer, hammer, hammer . . . Hammer, hammer, hammer_ . . .) My lady is marrying her own true knight, White her gown, and her veil is white, But she must have slippers on her dainty feet. _Hammer, hammer hammer . . . Hammer_. There’s a cottage by the river where the old wives meet (_Chatter, chatter, chatter . . . Chatter, chatter, chatter_ . . .) [Illustration: Women spinning and sewing] They weave gold stockings for my lady’s feet (_Chatter, chatter, chatter . . . Chatter, chatter, chatter_ . . .) My lady is going to her own true man, Youth to youth, since the world began, But she must have stockings on her dainty feet. _Chatter, chatter, chatter . . . Chatter_. [Illustration: Fine lady] [Illustration: Man and boy on beach] SAND-BETWEEN-THE-TOES I went down to the shouting sea, Taking Christopher down with me, For Nurse had given us sixpence each— And down we went to the beach. We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose, And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes. Whenever a good nor’ wester blows, Christopher is certain of Sand-between-the-toes. The sea was galloping grey and white; Christopher clutched his sixpence tight; We clambered over the humping sand— And Christopher held my hand.