Chapter V: Introduction: To Volume I

Most mothers and fathers realize that long before children are old enough to read there is a rich treasury of rhythm and song and story that may be given them. To make this treasury available is the purpose of this volume.

Finger-plays and action-plays, in which Froebel found so rich a meaning, do much to help the baby to know and control his fingers and hands, to enable him to discover the other parts of his body, to awaken his intelligence and to bring him into affectionate companionship with his father and mother. Here we have gathered not only the traditional ones, which the mother and father may remember from their own early childhood; but also many that will be fresh and new.

Mother Goose long ago established her throne as Queen of the Nursery. There is something about her short ditties, always full of rhythm, sometimes of sense, and frequently of the most elemental humor, that appeals to the baby mind as nothing else does. A proof of the worth of her songs and stories would be found if any of us should try to write better. We have brought together many familiar ones and some unfamiliar (for Mother Goose lived in many times and many lands), and have illustrated them with some new and charming drawings and color-plates.

Children as young as three are ready for the simplest sort of stories, but it is so hard for us grown-ups to become children again that many of us have found difficulty in suiting our language and thought to their eager but unfurnished minds. These bedtime stories and little tales of babies and animals and girls and boys are therefore a real godsend.

Soon comes the time when the little folk are ready to learn about the letters and the numbers and the days of the week. Rhymes to help this first memorizing will be welcome.

Most of the stories in this book are illustrated by pictures, some are told entirely by them. The choice of these illustrations was made from our best modern knowledge about little children. It is now recognized that they like simple incidents, about themselves or the familiar things around them, drawn in clear outline or with strong color. There are certain artists, too, who seem to have retained their own childlikeness better than others, and such were called upon to illustrate this volume.

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GENERAL INTRODUCTION vii INTRODUCTION TO VOLUME ONE xv

#FATHER AND MOTHER PLAYS#

BABY'S TEN LITTLE LIVE PLAYTHINGS 2 By J. K. Barry MONDAY 4 By Edith Goodyear FINGER PLAY 5 By Edith Goodyear COUNTING THE FINGERS 6 AN OLD NORSE FINGER PLAY 6 BABY'S TOES 6 BABY'S TOES 7 By Edith A. Bentley THIS IS THE WAY MY FINGERS STAND 8 THUMBKIN, POINTER 8 NAMING THE FINGERS 8 By Laura E. Richards ROBERT BARNS 8 "SHALL I, OH! SHALL I?" 8 JACK, BE NIMBLE 9 TWO LITTLE HANDS 9 PAT A CAKE 9 CLAP YOUR HANDS 9 THE BIRD'S NEST 10 A Froebel Finger Play TWO LITTLE BLACKBIRDS 10 MASTER SMITH 10 LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST 10 GREETING 10 A PLAY FOR THE ARMS 10 THE LITTLE WINDOW 10 A Froebel Finger Play SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE 11 THE PIGEON HOUSE 11 A Froebel Finger Play SAID THIS LITTLE FAIRY 12 A BURROWING GAME 12 PAT A CAKE 12 A Froebel Finger Play A KNEE GAME 12 A FOOT PLAY 12 PUTTING THE FINGERS TO SLEEP 13 TEN LITTLE SQUIRRELS 14 MY LITTLE GARDEN 15 THE FAMILY 16 By Emilie Poulsson JOHNNY SHALL HAVE A NEW BONNET 18

#RIDING SONGS FOR FATHER'S KNEE#

TO MARKET RIDE THE GENTLEMEN 19 HERE GOES MY LORD 19 A FARMER WENT TROTTING 20 UP TO THE CEILING 20 THE MESSENGER 20 CATCH HIM, CROW 20 RIDE A COCK-HORSE 21 THIS IS THE WAY 21 RIDE AWAY, RIDE AWAY 21 TO MARKET, TO MARKET 21 TROT, TROT, THE BABY GOES 21 By Mary F. Butts RIDE A COCK-HORSE 22 HERE WE GO 22

#MOTHER GOOSE SONGS AND STORIES#

WHO ARE THESE? 24 I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING 25 GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER 25 THE WIND 25 ONCE I SAW A LITTLE BIRD 25 RING-A-RING-A-ROSES 25 CROSS PATCH 26 HAPPY LET US BE 26 THE OLD WOMAN IN THE BASKET 26 THE FOX AND THE OLD GRAY GOOSE 28 JACK AND JILL 29 WILLY BOY 29 BONNY LASS 29 OH, WHERE ARE YOU GOING? 30 BOBBY SHAFTOE 30 DING-DONG-BELL 30 LONDON BRIDGE 31 GREEN GRAVEL 32 OLD MOTHER HUBBARD 32 LITTLE BO-PEEP 34 COME OUT TO PLAY 35 LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST 35 LITTLE BOY BLUE 36 MY MAID MARY 36 HARK! HARK! 37 BOW-WOW-WOW 37 BLOW, WIND, BLOW 37 BYE, BABY BUNTING 37 THREE LITTLE KITTENS 38 TOM WAS A PIPER'S SON 39 DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY 40 BILLY BOY 40 THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM 41 LITTLE TOMMY TUCKER 41 PUSSY AND THE MICE 41 WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY 41 CHINESE MOTHER-GOOSE RHYMES 42 By Prof. Isaac Taylor Headland

#MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED#
By Anna Marion Smith

PUSSY CAT, PUSSY CAT 45 LITTLE BOY BLUE 45 PAT-A-CAKE 46 DICKORY DOCK 46 HOW MANY MILES TO BABYLON? 47 HARK! HARK! 47 THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN 48 HUMPTY DUMPTY 51 THE QUEEN OF HEARTS 54 ONE MISTY, MOISTY MORNING 54 OLD KING COLE 55 PUSSY SITS BESIDE THE FIRE 56 THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW 56 I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND 57 THERE WAS A MAN IN OUR TOWN 57 SEE SAW, SACARADOWN 57 SING A SONG O' SIXPENCE 58 I LOVE LITTLE PUSSY 58 THE HORNER BROTHERS 59 By Elizabeth Raymond Woodward A LITTLE OLD MAN 60 JINGLES 60 SAILING 61 By Lucy Fitch Perkins AN UP-TO-DATE PUSSY-CAT 62 By Adeline Knapp MISERY IN COMPANY 63 By Lucy Fitch Perkins COURT NEWS 64 By Lucy Fitch Perkins A MESSAGE TO MOTHER GOOSE 65 By Ellen Manly

#SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES#

SWEET AND LOW 72 By Alfred, Lord Tennyson THE SLEEPY-TIME STORY 73 By Gertrude Smith THE GO SLEEP STORY 75 By Eudora S. Bumstead THE GENTLE DARK 78 By W. Grahame Robertson THE FERRY FOR SHADOWTOWN 78 HUSH-A-BYE, BABY 78 THE KITTEN AND THE FALLING LEAVES 78 By William Wordsworth LATE 79 By Josephine Preston Peabody A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED 80 By Laurence Alma-Tadema MY DOLLY 80 THE CHILD AND THE WORLD 80 EVENING SONG 80 By C. Frances Alexander ROCK-A-BYE, BABY 80 THE SANDMAN 81 By Margaret Vandergrift THE FAIRY FOLK 81 By Robert Bird QUEEN MAB 82 By Thomas Hood LULLABY 82 By Gertrude Thompson Miller KENTUCKY BABE 82 MY POSSESSIONS 83 THE WAKE-UP STORY 83 By Eudora S. Bumstead

#FIRST STORIES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK#

ABOUT SIX LITTLE CHICKENS 86 By S. L. Elliott "TRADE-LAST" 88 By Lucy Fitch Perkins PHILIP'S HORSE 89 THE KITTEN THAT FORGOT HOW TO MEW 90 By Stella George Stern WHAT COULD THE FARMER DO? 93 By George William Ogden FLEDGLINGS 97 By Lucy Fitch Perkins "TIME TO GET UP!" 98 By Ellen Foster MAGGIE'S VERY OWN SECRET 100 By Sara Josephine Albright THE GOOD LITTLE PIGGIE AND HIS FRIENDS 102 By L. Waldo Lockling BABY'S PARADISE 105 By Lucy Fitch Perkins DISOBEDIENCE 106 FOR A LITTLE GIRL OF THREE 108 By Uncle Ned A FUNNY FAMILY 109 LITTLE BY LITTLE 110

#LITTLE STORIES THAT GROW BIG#

THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT 111 GIANT THUNDER BONES 112 By Stella Doughty THE HOUSE THAT JILL BUILT 116 By Carolyn Wells THE OLD WOMAN AND HER PIG 119 THE LAMBIKIN 121 THE CAT AND THE MOUSE 123 HENNY-PENNY 124 THREE GOATS IN THE RYEFIELD 127 Adapted by Cecilia Farwell TEENY TINY 129 SONG OF THE PEAR TREE 130 COCK-ALU AND HEN-ALIE 131 By Mary Howitt THERE IS THE KEY OF THE KINGDOM 136

#FUN FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK#

NO DOGS ALLOWED AT LARGE 137 By Culmer Barnes TOMMY AND HIS SISTER AND THEIR NEW PONY-CART 138 By Dewitt Clinton Falls THE ADVENTURES OF THREE LITTLE KITTENS 139 By Culmer Barnes THE LITTLE KITTENS' SURPRISE 140 By Culmer Barnes TED'S FOOLISH WISH 141 By Charles Fitch Lester NONSENSE RHYME 142 TIMOTHY TRUNDLE 143 By Frederick Moxon A DREAM OF GLORY 148 By Charles Fitch Lester PICTURES 149 By Culmer Barnes THE REUNION OF THE BRUIN FAMILY AT THE SEA SHORE 150 By Culmer Barnes THE BABY MICE ARE INSTRUCTED BY THEIR FOND PAPA 151 By Culmer Barnes ROLY POLY ON VACATION 152 By Culmer Barnes MOTHER GOOSE'S LAST TROLLEY RIDE 153 By Culmer Barnes IVAN AND THE WOLF 154 By Culmer Barnes HOMEWARD BOUND 154 By Culmer Barnes THEIR LITTLE JAR 156 By Bell LITTLE ESKI AND THE POLAR BEAR 158 By Culmer Barnes

#FUNNY VERSES AND PICTURES#

THE FROG'S FIASCO 160
By D. K. Stevens
THE MUSICAL TRUST 164
By D. K. Stevens
THE CAUTIOUS CAT 168
By D. K. Stevens
THREE LITTLE BEARS 171
By M. C. McNeill
THE SNOWMAN 172
By W. W. Ellsworth

#ANIMAL STORIES#

TINY HARE AND THE WIND BALL 173 By A. L. Sykes HOW TINY HARE MET CAT 176 By A. L. Sykes THE WEE HARE AND THE RED FIRE 179 By A. L. Sykes THE GOOD KING 182 By Margaret and Clarence Weed EARLY AND LATE 184 By W. S. Reed THE LITTLE PINK PIG AND THE BIG ROAD 185 By Jasmine Stone Van Dresser JUGGERJOOK 188 By L. Frank Baum WHAT YOU BURYING, A BONE 194 THE LITTLE GRAY KITTEN 194 By Mary Lawrence Turnbull PUSSY'S WHEELS 197 By Annie W. McCullough THE SMALL GRAY MOUSE 198 By Nathan Haskell Dole THE RABBIT, THE TURTLE, AND THE OWL 200 HOMES 201 By Annie W. McCullough MEAL-TIME IN THE BEAR-PITS AT THE ZOO 202 By I. W. Taben THE FINE GOOD SHOW 204 By Jessie Wright Whitcomb GAY AND SPY 208 THE BALLAD OF A RUNAWAY DONKEY 212 By Emilie Poulsson THE THREE BEARS 220 THE LITTLE BEAR'S STORY 221 By C. F. Holder THE HARE AND THE HEDGEHOG 224 By The Brothers Grimm THE WEE ROBIN'S CHRISTMAS SONG 226 A Scotch Story, attributed to Robert Burns Adapted by Jennie Ellis Burdick THE FOX 228 THREE COMPANIONS 229 By Dinah Maria Mulock-Craik "'FRAID CAT!" 230 By Frank Munro THE SPIDER AND THE FLY 231 By Mary Howitt

#EVERY-DAY VERSES#

A LITTLE GENTLEMAN 233
By Alden Arthur Knipe
TIME FOR EVERYTHING 233
By Alden Arthur Knipe
UMBRELLAS AND RUBBERS 234
By Alden Arthur Knipe
WHISPERING IN SCHOOL 234
By Alden Arthur Knipe
RECESS 235
By Alden Arthur Knipe
AFTER SCHOOL 235
By Alden Arthur Knipe
MONDAY'S LESSONS 235
By Alden Arthur Knipe
AT DINNER 236
By Alden Arthur Knipe
VALOR 237
By Lucy Fitch Perkins
A DOMESTIC TRAGEDY 238
By Lucy Fitch Perkins
THE CAPITALIST 239
By Lucy Fitch Perkins
IN MERRY ENGLAND 240
By Lucy Fitch Perkins
THE GOOSE GIRL 241
By Lucy Fitch Perkins
THE PHILOSOPHER 242
By Lucy Fitch Perkins
THIRSTY FLOWERS 243
By Alden Arthur Knipe
SHARING WITH OTHERS 243
By Alden Arthur Knipe
POCKETS 244
By Alden Arthur Knipe
WAITING FOR DINNER 244
By Alden Arthur Knipe
THE CRITIC 245
By Lucy Fitch Perkins
DIPLOMACY 246
By Lucy Fitch Perkins
IF I WERE QUEEN 247
By Lucy Fitch Perkins
THOUGHTS IN CHURCH 248
By Lucy Fitch Perkins

#THE DAYS OF THE WEEK#

THIS IS THE WAY 249 DAYS OF BIRTH 250 THE WASHING 250 SOLOMON GRUNDY 250 BABY'S PLAY DAYS 250 WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE? 251 SEVEN LITTLE MICE 251 By Stella George Stern VISITING 252 LITTLE TOMMY'S MONDAY MORNING 252 By Tudor Jenks ST. SATURDAY 254 By Henry Johnstone

#NUMBER RHYMES#

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 255 OVER IN THE MEADOW 255 By Olive A. Wadsworth COUNTING APPLE-SEEDS 256 TWINS 257 By Lucy Fitch Perkins THE RHYME OF TEN LITTLE RABBITS 258 By Kate N. Mytinger IN JULY 260 By A. S. Webber THE WISH OF PRISCILLA PENELOPE POWERS 262 By Mrs. John T. Van Sant WINKELMAN VON WINKEL 262 By Clara Odell Lyon TEN LITTLE COOKIES 263 OUR BABY 263 LONG TIME AGO 264 By Elizabeth Prentiss BUCKLE MY SHOE 264

#STORIES FOR LITTLE GIRLS#

A PAIR OF GLOVES 265 By H. G. Duryee A VERY LITTLE STORY OF A VERY LITTLE GIRL 268 By Alice E. Allen EDITH'S TEA PARTY 269 By Lois Walters REBECCA 271 By Eleanor Piatt DOROTHEA'S SCHOOL GIFTS 272 By Eunice Ward THE LOST MONEY 276 By Bolton Hall A DUTCH TREAT 277 By Amy B. Johnson THE JINGLE OF THE LITTLE JAP 283 By Isabel Eccleston Mackay THE SEVENTH BIRTHDAY OF THE LITTLE COUSIN FROM CONSTANTINOPLE 284 By Emma C. Dowd LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD 286 Retold from Grimm DOLLY'S DOCTOR 288 THUMBELINA 288 By Hans Christian Andersen THE FOX AND THE LITTLE RED HEN 294 THE SHOEMAKER AND THE LITTLE ELVES 294 By The Brothers Grimm THE GINGERBREAD BOY 296

#STORIES FOR LITTLE BOYS#

MISCHIEF 297 By Rosamond Upham WILLIE AND HIS DOG DIVER 299 By H. N. Powers GORDON'S TOY CASTLE ON THE HILL 300 By Everett Wilson HANS THE INNOCENT 302 Written and Illustrated by M. I. Wood A REAL LITTLE BOY BLUE 304 By Caroline S. Allen TRAVELS OF A FOX 306 Adapted by Cecilia Farwell OEYVIND AND MARIT 308

#HAPPY DAYS#

WHAT THE CAT AND HEN DID 313 By Alice Ralston DOT'S BIRTHDAY CAKE 316 NED AND ROVER AND JACK 317 I HAD A LITTLE KITTEN 318 HOW POLLY HAD HER PICTURE TAKEN 319 By Everett Wilson IDLE BEN 321 THE HOLE IN THE CANNA-BED 321 By Isabel Gordon Curtis THE CONCEITED MOUSE 323 By Ella Foster Case

#RHYMES CONCERNING MOTHER#

A BOY'S MOTHER 325 By James Whitcomb Riley MOTHER 325 By Rose Fyleman THE GOODEST MOTHER 325 MOTHER'S WAY 326 By Carrie Williams WHO IS IT? 326 By Ethel M. Kelley MY DEAREST IS A LADY 327 By Miriam S. Clark HOW MANY LUMPS? 327 WHEN MOTHER GOES AWAY 328 By Clara Odell Lyon AN OLD SONG--"THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!" 328 By Blanche Elizabeth Wade

#UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES#

GRANDMOTHER'S MEMORIES 329 By Helen A. Byrom GREAT-AUNT LUCY LEE 330 By Cora Walker Hayes OUR VISITORS 334 By Isabel Lyndall BEAUTIFUL GRANDMAMMA 338 THANKSGIVING DAY 340 By Lydia Maria Child GRANDMA'S MINUET 340 AUNT JAN 341 By Norman Gale AFTER TEA 342

#AMUSING ALPHABETS#

TINGLE, TANGLE TITMOUSE 343 AN ENGLISH ALPHABET 344 NONSENSE ALPHABET 346 PAST HISTORY 348 By Edward Lear THE APPLE PIE 351 WHO'S WHO IN THE ZOO 352 By Carolyn Wells A WAS AN ARCHER 357 A LITTLE FOLKS' ALPHABET 358 By Carolyn Wells CHILD HEALTH ALPHABET 360 By Mrs. Frederick Peterson HERE'S A, B, C, D 363 OUR STORIES 364

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#FATHER PLAYS AND MOTHER PLAYS#

BABY'S TEN LITTLE LIVE PLAYTHINGS BY J. K. BARRY

These ten little live playthings can be held in every baby's hand, five in one and five in the other and be the baby ever so poor yet he always has these ten playthings because, you know, he brings them with him.

But all babies do not know how to play with them. They find out for themselves a good many ways of playing with them but here are some of the ways that a baby I used to know got amusement out of his.

The very first was the play called "Ta-ra-chese" (Ta-rar-cheese). It is a Dutch word and there was a little song about it all in Dutch. This is the way the baby I knew would play it when he was a tiny little fellow.

His Mamma would hold her hand up and move it gently around this way (Fig. 1) singing "Ta-ra-chese, ta-ra-chese!" Baby would look and watch awhile, and presently his little hand would begin to move and five little playthings would begin the play--dear, sweet little chubby pink fingers--for I think you have guessed these are every baby's playthings.

How glad Mamma is to find that her baby has learned his first lesson!

Then he must learn, "Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake Baker's man," (Fig. 2) and "How big is baby?" "_So Big!_"

And here are some other ways by which a little sister's fingers may amuse the baby.

"This the church and this is the steeple, Open the gates--there are all the good people." (Fig. 3)

"Chimney sweep--Oho! oho! Chimney sweep!" (Fig. 4)

"Put your finger in the bird's nest. The bird isn't home." (Fig. 5)

And then when the little finger is poked in, a sly pinch is given by a hidden thumb and baby is told, "The birdie has just come home!" But you mustn't pinch hard, of course, just enough to make baby laugh at being caught.

And then there is the play of "Two men sawing wood--one little boy picking up chips." (Fig. 6) The two finger men are moved up and down and the little boy finger works busily.

Everybody knows the rhyming finger-play:

"Here's my Father's knives and forks, (Fig. 7)
"Here's my Mother's table, (Fig. 8)
"Here's my Sister's looking-glass, (Fig. 9)
"And here's the baby's cradle." (Fig. 10)

Another play is a little act in which three persons are supposed to take part, and it has come down from the old times of long ago.

The middle finger is the Friar. Those on each side of him touch each other and make the door, the little finger is the Lady and the thumb is the Page. (Fig. 11)

The Friar knocks at the door.

_Friar._ "Knock, Knock, Knock!"

_Page._ "Somebody knocks at the door! Somebody knocks at the door!"

_Lady._ "Who is it? Who is it?"

_Page._ (Going to door) "Who is it? Who is it?"

_Friar._ "A Friar, a Friar."

_Page._ "A Friar, Ma'am, a Friar, Ma'am."

_Lady._ "What does he want? What does he want?"

_Page._ "What do you want, Sir? What do you want, Sir?"

_Friar._ "I want to come in. I want to come in."

_Page._ "He wants to come in, Ma'am. He wants to come in."

_Lady._ "Let him walk in. Let him walk in."

_Page._ "Will you walk in, Sir? Will you walk in?"

So in he pops and takes a seat.

When each player is supposed to speak he or she must move gently, bending forward and back and when the Friar is invited to enter, the door must open only just far enough to let him "pop in."

These are only some of the plays with which the baby I knew used to be amused; but they will suggest others to parents and older brothers and sisters. The baby cannot make all of these things himself but he will be quite as much interested when they are made by older hands.

MONDAY

Here's a little wash bench,
Here's a little tub.
Here's a little scrubbing-board,
And here's the way to rub.
Here's a little cake of soap,
Here's a dipper new.
Here's a basket wide & deep,
And here are clothes-pins two.
Here's the line away up high,
Here's the clothes all flying.
Here's the sun so warm & bright,
And now the washing's drying.
Edith Goodyear.

Finger Play.

By Edith Goodyear.

The little space 'twixt fingers & thumbs
Is round as a circle you see!
While in there, a tiny square
Shows corners four to me.

Circles are like daisies while,
Like pennies, candies and plates,
Like Grandma's cookies and pumpkin pies;
And best of all, the pretty blue
In Baby's laughing eyes.

The square makes me think of the rug where he sits
On the nursery floor at play;
Of the lawn where he rolls in the sunshine bright,
And the dainty spread that covers his bed
When he's fast asleep at night.

COUNTING THE FINGERS

This is the thumb, you see;
This finger shakes the tree;
And then this finger comes up;
And this one eats the plums up;
This little one, says he,
"I'll tell of you, you'll see!"

That one is the thumb;
And this one wants a plum;
This one says, "Where do they grow?"
This one says, "Come with me--I know."
But this little one, he says,
"I will not go near the place!
I don't like such naughty ways."

Now, I think that through and through
Little Finger's right--don't you?

This one fell in the water,
And this one helped him ashore,
And this one put him into bed,
And this one covered him o'er;
And then, in walks this noisy little chap,
And wakes him up once more.

This one walked out into the wood,
And caught a little hare;
And this one took and carried it home,
For he thought it dainty fare;
And this one came and cooked it up
With sauces rich and rare;
And this one laid the table out,
And did the plates prepare;
And this little fellow the keeper told
What the others were doing there.

AN OLD NORSE FINGER PLAY

Thicken man, build the barn,
Thinner man, spool the yarn,
Longen man, stir the brew,
Gowden man, make a shoe,
Littlen man, all for you!

BABY'S TOES

Dear little bare feet,
Dimpled and white,
In your long nightgown
Wrapped for the night.

Come, let me count all
Your queer little toes,
Pink as the heart
Of a shell or a rose.

One is a lady
That sits in the sun;
Two is a baby,
And three is a nun.

Four is a lily
With innocent breast;
And five is a birdie
Asleep on her nest.

"BABY'S TOES"

BY EDITH A. BENTLEY

Five little piggie wiggies
Standing in a row,
We always have to toddle
Where the baby wants to go;
Up-stairs and down-stairs,
Indoors and out,
We're always close together
And we never fall out.

_Chorus:_
Father-Pig and Mother-Pig,
And Big-Brother Pig,
And Sister-Pig, and darling little
Baby Piggie-Wig!

Oh, sometimes we are all tied up
In a bag so tight.
This is when the baby goes
"To sleepy-bye" at night.
Then there's nothing else to do
But cuddle down and rest--
Just as little birdies cuddle
In their little nest.

_Chorus:_
Father-Pig and Mother-Pig
And Big-Brother Pig,
And Sister-Pig, and darling little
Baby Piggie-Wig!

THIS IS THE WAY MY FINGERS STAND

_To the tune of "Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush."_

This is the way my fingers stand,
Fingers stand, fingers stand,
This is the way my fingers stand,
So early in the morning.

This is the way I fold my hand,
Fold my hand, fold my hand,
This is the way I fold my hand,
So early in the morning.

This is the way they dance about,
Dance about, dance about,
This is the way they dance about,
So early in the morning.

This is the way they go to rest,
Go to rest, go to rest,
This is the way they go to rest,
So early in the morning.

THUMBKIN, POINTER

Thumbkin, Pointer, Middleman big,
Sillyman, Weeman, rig-a-jig-jig.

NAMING THE FINGERS[A]

BY LAURA E. RICHARDS

This is little Tommy Thumb,
Round and smooth as any plum.
This is busy Peter Pointer:
Surely he's a double-jointer.
This is mighty Toby Tall,
He's the biggest one of all.
This is dainty Reuben Ring:
He's too fine for anything.
And this little wee one, maybe,
Is the pretty Finger-baby.

All the five we've counted now,
Busy fingers in a row.
Every finger knows the way
How to work and how to play;
Yet together work they best,
Each one helping all the rest.

[A] _From "Songs and Music of Froebel's Mother Play"; used by permission
of the publishers, D. Appleton & Company._

ROBERT BARNS

Robert Barns, fellow fine,
Can you shoe this horse of mine,
So that I may cut a shine?
Yes, good sir, and that I can,
As well as any other man;
There a nail, and here a prod,
And now, good sir, your horse is shod.

"SHALL I, OH! SHALL I?"

A little boy and a little girl
Lived in an alley;
Said the little boy to the little girl,
"Shall I, oh! shall I?"

Said the little girl to the little boy,
"What will you do?"
Said the little boy to the little girl,
"I will kiss you."

(_As the last words are sung, the mother kisses
the little one in the folds of the neck._)

JACK, BE NIMBLE

Jack, be nimble,
Jack, be quick;
(_Jack is one hand walking along on
its fore- and middle-fingers._)

Jack, jump over
The candlestick.
(_Fist closed; uplifted thumb for
candle. Jack jumps over it._)

TWO LITTLE HANDS

Two little hands so soft and white,
This is the left--this is the right.
Five little fingers stand on each,
So I can hold a plum or a peach.
But if I should grow as old as you
Lots of little things these hands can do.

PAT A CAKE

Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man.
So I do, master, as fast as I can.
Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
And then it will serve for Tommy and me.

CLAP YOUR HANDS

Baby, Baby, clap your hands!
Where London's built, there London stands.
And there's a bed in London Town,
On which my Baby shall lie down.

THE BIRD'S NEST

_A Froebel Finger Play_

Here upon the leaves at rest
A little bird has built her nest.
Two tiny eggs within she's laid,
And many days beside them stayed.
Now she's happy; listen well!
Two baby birds break through the shell.
Don't you hear them? "Peep! peep! peep!
We love you, mother. Cheep! cheep! cheep!"

TWO LITTLE BLACKBIRDS

There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill,
(_Little pieces of paper perched on forefingers._)
One named Jack, the other named Jill.
Fly away, Jack; fly away, Jill.
(_Fingers soar gently in the air._)
Come again, Jack; come again, Jill.
(_Fingers fly back._)

MASTER SMITH

Is Master Smith within? Yes, that he is.
Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two.
Here a nail, and there a nail,
Tick--tack--too.

LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST

Little Robin Redbreast
Sat upon a rail,
(_Right hand extended in shape of a bird is poised
on extended forefinger of left hand._)
Niddle noddle went his head,
And waggle went his tail.
(_Little finger of right hand waggles from side to
side._)

GREETING

Good little Mother,
How do you do?
Dear strong "Daddy,"
Glad to see you!
Big tall Brother,
Pleased you are here.
Kind little Sister,
You need not fear,
Glad welcome we'll give you,
And Babykins, too.
Yes, Babykins,
How do you do?

A PLAY FOR THE ARMS

Pump, pump, pump,
Water, water, come;
Here a rush, there a gush,
Done, done, done.

THE LITTLE WINDOW

_A Froebel Finger Play_

Look, my dear, at this window clear.
See how the light shines through in here.
If you would always see the light,
Keep your heart's window clean and bright.

SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four-and-twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie;
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish
To set before the King?

The King was in his counting-house,
Counting out his money;
The Queen was in the parlor,
Eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes;
When up came a blackbird
And nipped off her nose.
(_At this line somebody's nose gets nipped._)

THE PIGEON HOUSE

_A Froebel Finger Play_

Now I'm going to open my pigeon-house door.
The pigeons fly out to the light,
Straight to the meadows so pleasant they soar,
And flutter about with delight.
But at evening they'll all come home at last,
And the door of the house I'll then shut fast.

SAID THIS LITTLE FAIRY

Said this little fairy, "I'm as thirsty as can be."
Said this little fairy, "I'm hungry, too, dear me!"
Said this little fairy, "Who'll tell us where to go?"
Said this little fairy, "I'm sure that I don't know."
Said this little fairy, "Let's brew some dewdrop tea."
So they sipped it and ate honey beneath the maple tree.

A BURROWING GAME

See the little mousie, creeping up the stair,
Looking for a warm nest--there, oh, there!
(_Mother's fingers creep up the body, and finally fumble in baby's neck._)

PAT A CAKE

_A Froebel Finger Play_

Baby, would you like to make
For yourself a little cake?
Pat it gently, smooth it down.
Baker says: "Now, in to brown;
Bring it here, baby dear,
While the oven fire burns clear."
"Baker, see, here is my cake;
Bake it well for baby's sake."
"In the oven, right deep down,
Here the cake will soon get brown."

A KNEE GAME

What do I see? Baby's knee.
Tickily, tickily, tic, tac, tee.
One for a penny, two for a pound;
Tickily, tickily, round and round.

A FOOT PLAY

Up, down--up, down.
One foot up and one foot down,
All the way to London town.
Tra la la la la la.

PUTTING THE FINGERS TO SLEEP

My fingers are so sleepy
It's time they went to bed,
So first, you Baby Finger
Tuck in your Little Head.

Ringman, come now its your turn,
And then come, Tallman Great;
Now, Pointer Finger, hurry
Because its getting late.

Let's see if all are snuggled.
No, here's one more to come,
So come, lie close, little brothers,
Make room for Master Thumb.

TEN LITTLE SQUIRRELS

Ten little squirrels up in a tree--
(_Ten fingers outspread._)

The first two said: "What do I see?"
(_Thumbs only._)

The next two said: "A man with a gun."
(_Forefingers only._)

The next two said: "Let's run, let's run."
(_Middle fingers only._)

The next two said: "Let's hide in the shade."
(_Ring fingers only._)

The last two said: "We're not afraid."
(_Little fingers only._)

Bang! went a gun.
(_Clap hands._)

Away they all run.
(_All fingers scamper off._)

MY LITTLE GARDEN

See my little garden,
How I rake it over,
Then I sow the little brown seeds,
And with soft earth cover.
Now the raindrops patter
On the earth so gayly;
See the big round sun smile
On my garden daily.
The little plant is waking;
Down the roots grow creeping;
Up now come the leaflets
Through the brown earth peeping.
Soon the buds will laugh up
Toward the springtime showers;
Soon my buds will open
Into happy flowers.

THE FAMILY[B]

BY EMILIE POULSSON

This is the mother, so busy at home,
Who loves her dear children, whatever may come.

This is the father, so brave and so strong,
Who works for his family all the day long.

This is the brother, who'll soon be a man,
He helps his good mother as much as he can.

This is the sister, so gentle and mild,
Who plays that the dolly is her little child.

This is the baby, all dimpled and sweet,
How soft his wee hands and his chubby pink feet!

Father, and mother, and children so dear,
Together you see them, one family here.

[B] From "Songs and Music of Froebel's Mother Play"; used by permission
of the publishers, D. Appleton & Co.

JOHNNY SHALL HAVE A NEW BONNET

Johnny shall have a new bonnet,
And Johnny shall go to the fair,
And Johnny shall have a new ribbon
To tie up his bonny brown hair.

And why may not I love Johnny?
And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny?
As well as another body?

And here's a leg for a stocking,
And here is a foot for a shoe,
And he has a kiss for his daddy,
And two for his mammy, I trow.

And why may not I love Johnny?
And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny
As well as another body?

#RIDING SONGS for FATHER'S KNEE#

TO MARKET RIDE THE GENTLEMEN

To market ride the gentlemen,
So do we, so do we;
Then comes the country clown,
Hobbledy gee, Hobbledy gee;
First go the ladies, nim, nim, nim,
Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim;
Then come the country clowns, gallop-a-trot.

HERE GOES MY LORD

Here goes my lord--
A trot! a trot! a trot! a trot!
Here goes my lady--
A canter! a canter! a canter! a canter!
Here goes my young master--
Jockey-hitch! jockey-hitch! jockey-hitch! jockey-hitch!
Here goes my young miss--
An amble! an amble! an amble! an amble!
The footman lags behind,
And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time.

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!

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!

UP TO THE CEILING

Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backward and forward, round and round;
Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,
With the merry chorus, ding, ding, ding!

THE MESSENGER

Here in the morning we're starting so soon,
Give us a message, we'll ride to the moon,
Straight through the meadows and hop o'er the stile,
And we will but charge you a farthing a mile.
A farthing a mile! a farthing a mile!
We will but charge you a farthing a mile.

CATCH HIM, CROW

Catch him, crow! Carry him, kite!
Take him away till the apples are ripe;
When they are ripe and ready to fall,
Home comes [Johnny], apples and all.

RIDE A COCK-HORSE

Ride a Cock-Horse to Charing Cross,
To see a Young Lady jump on a White Horse,
With Rings on her Fingers, and Bells on her Toes,
She shall have Music wherever she goes.

THIS IS THE WAY

This is the way the ladies ride,
Nin! Nin! Nin!
This is the way the gentlemen ride,
Trot! Trot! Trot!
This is the way the farmers ride,
Jogglety! Jogglety! Jogglety! Jog!

RIDE AWAY, RIDE AWAY

Ride away, ride away,
Johnny shall ride,
And he shall have pussy-cat
Tied to one side;
And he shall have little dog
Tied to the other,
And Johnny shall ride
To see his grandmother.

TO MARKET, TO MARKET

To market, to market,
To buy a plum bun;
Home again, home again,
My journey is done.

TROT, TROT, THE BABY GOES

BY MARY F. BUTTS

Every evening Baby goes
Trot, trot, to town--
Across the river, through the fields,
Up hill and down.

Trot, trot, the Baby goes,
Up hill and down,
To buy a feather for her hat,
To buy a woolen gown.

Trot, trot, the Baby goes;
The birds fly down, alack!
"You cannot have our feathers, dear,"
They say; "so please trot back."

Trot, trot, the Baby goes;
The lambs come bleating near.
"You cannot have our wool," they say;
"But we are sorry, dear."

Trot, trot, the Baby goes,
Trot, trot, to town.
She buys a red rose for her hat,
She buys a cotton gown.

RIDE A COCK-HORSE

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,
To see what Tommy can buy;
A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,
And a two-penny apple pie.

* * *

Ride a cock-horse to Shrewsbury-cross,
To buy little Johnny a galloping horse;
It trots behind and it ambles before,
And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.

Here we go UP, UP, UP!
Here we DOWN, DOWN, DOWN!
Here we go BACKWARDS and FORWARDS!
And here we go AROUND AND AROUND!

#MOTHER GOOSE SONGS AND STORIES#

WHO ARE THESE?

HERE ARE ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX STORY-BOOK PICTURES.
ALL LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS KNOW THE SIX STORIES THAT THESE SIX
PICTURES BELONG TO. TELL YOUR MAMA AND PAPA WHAT THE STORIES ARE.