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“WHEN GOOD KING ARTHUR RULED THIS LAND”

WHEN good King Arthur ruled this land,

He was a goodly king;
He stole three pecks of barley meal,

To make a bag-pudding.
A bag-pudding the king did make,

And stuffed it well with plums:
And in it put great lumps of fat,

As big as my two thumbs.
The king and queen did eat thereof,

And noblemen beside;
And what they could not eat that night,

The queen next morning fried.

“I HAD A LITTLE DOGGY

I HAD a little Doggy that used to sit and beg;
But Doggy tumbled down the stairs and broke his little leg.
Oh! Doggy, I will nurse you, and try to make you well,
And
you

shall have a collar with a little silver bell.

Ah! Doggy, don't you think that you should very faith

ful be,
For having such a loving friend to comfort you as me?
And when your leg is better, and you can run and play,
We'll have a scamper in the fields and see them making hay.
But, Doggy, you must promise (and mind your word you

keep)
Not once to tease the little lambs, or run among the sheep;
And then the little yellow chicks that play upon the grass,
You must not even wag your tail to scare them as you pass.

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“A FARMER WENT TROTTING

A FARMER went trotting upon his gray mare;
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
With his daughter behind him, so rosy and fair;
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

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A raven cried croak! and they all tumbled down;
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown;
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

The mischievous raven flew laughing away;
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
And vowed he would serve them the same the next day;
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

“THE OWL AND THE EEL AND THE WARMING

PAN”

The owl and the eel and the warming-pan,
They went to call on the soap-fat man.
The soap-fat man he was not within:
He'd gone for a ride on his rolling-pin.
So they all came back by the way of the town,
And turned the meeting-house upside down.

Laura E. Richards (1850

THE COW

THANK you, pretty cow, that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread,
Every day, and every night,
Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.

Do not chew the hemlock rank,
Growing on the weedy bank;
But the yellow cowslip eat,
That will make it very sweet.

Where the purple violet grows,
Where the bubbling water flows,
Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there and dine.

Ann Taylor (1782-1866]

THE LAMB

LITTLE Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bade thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

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Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee;
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.

Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee.

William Blake (1757-1827]

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“Thank you," said the clocking hen;

"I've something else to do; I'm busy sitting on my eggs,

I cannot walk with you.

“Clock, clock, clock, clock,"

Said the clocking hen; “My little chicks will soon b. hatched,

I'll think about it then.”

The House that Jack Built

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The clocking hen sat on her nest,

She made it in the hay;
And warm and snug beneath her breast

A dozen white eggs lay.
Crack, crack, went all the eggs;

Out dropped the chickens small! “Clock," said the clocking hen,

“Now I have you all. "Come along, my little chicks,

I'll take a walk with you." “Hallo!” said the barn-door cock, Cock-a-doodle-doo.”

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"MOON, SO ROUND AND YELLOW”

Moon, so round and yellow,

Looking from on high,
How I love to see you

Shining in the sky.
Oft and oft I wonder,

When I see you there,
How they get to light you,

Hanging in the air:
Where you go at morning,

When the night is past,
And the sun comes peeping

O'er the hills at last.
Sometime I will watch you

Slyly overhead,
When you think I'm sleeping
Snugly in my bed.

Matthias Barr (1831

THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT
This is the house that Jack built.

This is the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the rat

That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cat
That killed the rat

That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat

That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat

That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat

That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat

That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

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