Where the water-lilies go To and fro, Rocking in the ripples of the water, Lazy on a leaf lies the Lake King’s daughter, And the faint winds shake her. Who will come and take her? I will! I will! Keep still! Keep still! Sleeping on a leaf lies the Lake King’s daughter . . . Then the wind comes skipping To the lilies on the water; And the kind winds wake her. Now who will take her? With a laugh she is slipping Through the lilies on the water. Wait! Wait! Too late, too late! Only the water-lilies go To and fro, Dipping, dipping, To the ripples of the water. [Illustration: Boy with butterfly net] DISOBEDIENCE James James Morrison Morrison Weatherby George Dupree Took great Care of his Mother, Though he was only three. James James Said to his Mother, “Mother,” he said, said he; “You must never go down to the end of the town, if you don’t go down with me.” [Illustration: Boy on tricycle following woman] James James Morrison’s Mother Put on a golden gown, James James Morrison’s Mother Drove to the end of the town. James James Morrison’s Mother Said to herself, said she: “I can get right down to the end of the town and be back in time for tea.” King John Put up a notice, “LOST or STOLEN or STRAYED! JAMES JAMES MORRISON’S MOTHER SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN MISLAID. LAST SEEN WANDERING VAGUELY: QUITE OF HER OWN ACCORD, SHE TRIED TO GET DOWN TO THE END OF THE TOWN—FORTY SHILLINGS REWARD!” [Illustration: Boy talking with royalty] James James Morrison Morrison (Commonly known as Jim) Told his Other relations Not to go blaming _him_. James James _Said_ to his Mother, “Mother,” he said, said he; “You must _never_ go down to the end of the town without consulting me.” [Illustration: Boy on tricycle leading woman] James James Morrison’s mother Hasn’t been heard of since. King John Said he was sorry, So did the Queen and Prince. King John (Somebody told me) Said to a man he knew: “If people go down to the end of the town, well, what can _anyone_ do?” (_Now then, very softly_) J.J. M. M. W. G. Du P. Took great C/o his M***** Though he was only 3. J.J. Said to his M***** “M*****,” he said, said he: “You-must-never-go-down-to-the-end-of-the-town-if-you-don’t-go-down- with ME!” [Illustration: Stern-faced boy on tricycle] [Illustration: Boy flying kite] SPRING MORNING Where am I going? I don’t quite know. Down to the stream where the king-cups grow— Up on the hill where the pine trees blow— Anywhere, anywhere. _I_ don’t know.