When we were very youngMilne, A. A. (Alan Alexander)
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When we were very young
Milne, A. A. (Alan Alexander)
Children's poetry, English
I met some Rabbits as I went walking;
We got talking,
Rabbits and I.
“Where are you going in your brown fur coats?”
(I said to the Rabbits as they went by.
“Down to the village to get some oats.
Will you come with us?” “No, not I.”
[Illustration: Boy with rabbits]
I met a Puppy as I went walking;
We got talking,
Puppy and I.
“Where are you going this nice fine day?”
(I said to the Puppy as he went by).
“Up in the hills to roll and play.”
“_I’ll_ come with you, Puppy,” said I.
[Illustration: Boy playing with puppy]
[Illustration: Fairy and apple branch]
TWINKLETOES
When the sun
Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree,
When the sun
Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree,
Then I pass
On the grass
From one leaf to another,
From one leaf to its brother
Tip-toe, tip-toe!
Here I go!
[Illustration: Elephant, lion, goat and snail]
THE FOUR FRIENDS
Ernest was an elephant, a great big fellow,
Leonard was a lion with a six-foot tail,
George was a goat, and his beard was yellow,
And James was a very small snail.
Leonard had a stall, and a great big strong one,
Ernest had a manger, and its walls were thick,
George found a pen, but I think it was the wrong one,
And James sat down on a brick.
[Illustration: Snail crossing a brick]
[Illustration: Elephant trumpeting]
Ernest started trumpeting, and cracked his manger,
Leonard started roaring, and shivered his stall,
James gave the huffle of a snail in danger
And nobody heard him at all.
Ernest started trumpeting and raised such a rumpus
Leonard started roaring and trying to kick,
James went a journey with the goat’s new compass
And he reached the end of his brick.
Ernest was an elephant and very well-intentioned,
Leonard was a lion with a brave new tail,
George was a goat, as I think I have mentioned,
But James was only a snail.
[Illustration: Lion roaring]
[Illustration: Bears in wait on the footpath]
LINES AND SQUARES
Whenever I walk in a London street,
I’m ever so careful to watch my feet;
And I keep in the squares,
And the masses of bears,
Who wait at the corners all ready to eat
The sillies who tread on the lines of the street,
Go back to their lairs,
And I say to them, “Bears,
Just look how I’m walking in all of the squares!”
[Illustration: Bears on the footpath]
[Illustration: Boy walking past bears in a stairwell]
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