Chapter XVIII: Santa Claus 77

DEDICATED

TO

LITTLE CHILDREN

AT HOME AND IN KINDERGARTEN

_BY THEIR FRIEND_,

EMILIE POULSSON.

I.--THE LITTLE MEN.

Oh! where are the merry, merry Little Men
To join us in our play?
And where are the busy, busy Little Men
To help us work to-day?

Upon each hand
A little band
For work or play is ready.
The first to come
Is Master Thumb;
Then Pointer, strong and steady;

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Then Tall Man high;
And just close by
The Feeble Man doth linger;
And last of all,
So fair and small,
The baby--Little Finger.

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Yes! here are the merry, merry Little Men
To join us in our play;
And here are the busy, busy Little Men
To help us work to-day.

[Music: THE MERRY LITTLE MEN.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

Oh! where are the merry, merry Little Men To join us in our play? And where are the busy, busy Little Men To help us work to-day?

Upon each hand A little band For work or play is ready. The first to come Is Master Thumb; Then Pointer, strong and steady;

Then Tall Man high; And just close by The Feeble Man doth linger; And last of all, So fair and small, The baby--Little Finger.

Yes! here are the merry, merry Little Men To join us in our play; And here are the busy, busy Little Men To help us work to-day.]

II.--THE LAMBS.

This is the meadow where all the long day Ten little frolicsome lambs are at play.

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These are the measures the good farmer brings Salt in, or cornmeal, and other good things.

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This is the lambkins' own big water-trough; Drink, little lambkins, and then scamper off!

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This is the rack where in winter they feed; Hay makes a very good dinner indeed.

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These are the big shears to shear the old sheep; Dear little lambkins their soft wool may keep.

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Here, with its big double doors shut so tight, This is the barn where they all sleep at night.

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[Music: THE LAMBS.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

1. This is the meadow where all the long day
Ten little frolicsome lambs are at play.
These are the measures the good farmer brings
Salt in, or corn meal, and other good things.]

2. This is the lambkins' own big water-trough;
Drink, little lambkins, and then scamper off!
This is the rack where in winter they feed;
Hay makes a very good dinner indeed.

3. These are the big shears to shear the old sheep;
Dear little lambkins their soft wool may keep.
Here, with its big double doors shut so tight,
This is the barn where they all sleep at night.

III.--THE HEN AND CHICKENS.

Good Mother Hen sits here on her nest, Keeps the eggs warm beneath her soft breast, Waiting, waiting, day after day.

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Hark! there's a sound she knows very well: Some little chickens are breaking the shell, Pecking, pecking, pecking away.

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Now they're all out, Oh, see what a crowd! Good Mother Hen is happy and proud, Cluck-cluck, cluck-cluck, clucking away.

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Into the coop the mother must go; But all the chickens run to and fro, Peep-peep, peep-peep, peeping away.

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Here is some corn in my little dish; Eat, Mother Hen, eat all that you wish, Picking, picking, picking away.

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Happy we'll be to see you again, Dear little chicks and good Mother Hen! Now good-by, good-by for to-day.

[Music: THE HEN AND CHICKENS.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

1. Good Mother Hen sits here on her nest,
Keeps the eggs warm beneath her soft breast,
Waiting, waiting, day after day.

2. Hark! there's a sound she knows very well:
Some little chickens breaking the shell,
Pecking, pecking, pecking away.

3. Now they're all out, oh, see what a crowd!
Good Mother Hen is happy and proud,
Cluck-cluck, cluck-cluck, clucking away.]

4. Into the coop the mother must go;
While all the chickens run to and fro,
Peep-peep, peep-peep, peeping away.

5. Here is some corn in my little dish;
Eat, Mother Hen, eat all that you wish.
Picking, picking, picking away.

6. Happy we'll be to see you again,
Dear little chicks and good Mother Hen!
Now good-bye, good-bye for to-day.

IV.--THE LITTLE PLANT.

In my little garden bed
Raked so nicely over,
First the tiny seeds I sow,
Then with soft earth cover.

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Shining down, the great round sun
Smiles upon it often;
Little raindrops, pattering down,
Help the seeds to soften.

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DRUMMING WITH THE FINGER-TIPS.]

Then the little plant awakes!
Down the roots go creeping.
Up it lifts its little head
Through the brown mould peeping.

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High and higher still it grows
Through the summer hours,
Till some happy day the buds
Open into flowers.

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ELEVATING THE ARM AND RAISING THE THUMB FROM THE HAND]

[Music: THE LITTLE PLANT.

EMILIE POULSSON.

C.C. ROESKE.

1. In my little garden bed
Rak'd so nicely over,
First the tiny seeds I sow,
Then with soft earth cover.
Shining down, the great round sun
Smiles upon it often;
Little raindrops, patt'ring down,
Help the seeds to soften.

2. Then the little plant awakes!
Down the roots go creeping.
Up it lifts its little head
Thro' the brown mould peeping.
High and higher still it grows
Thro' the summer hours,
Till some happy day the buds
Open into flowers.]

V.--THE PIGS.

Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee, Hungry pigs as pigs could be, For their dinner had to wait Down behind the barnyard gate.

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Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee Climbed the barnyard gate to see, Peeping through the gate so high, But no dinner could they spy.

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Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee Got down sad as pigs could be; But the gate soon opened wide And they scampered forth outside.

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Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee, What was their delight to see Dinner ready not far off-- Such a full and tempting trough!

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Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee, Greedy pigs as pigs could be, For their dinner ran pell-mell; In the trough both piggies fell.

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[Music: THE PIGS.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

1. Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee,
Hungry pigs as pigs could be,
For their dinner had to wait
Down behind the barnyard gate.]

2. Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee
Climbed the barnyard gate to see,
Peeping through the gate so high,
But no dinner could they spy.

3. Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee
Got down sad as pigs could be;
But the gate soon opened wide
And they scampered forth outside.

4. Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee,
What was their delight to see
Dinner ready not far off--
Such a full and tempting trough!

5. Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee,
Greedy pigs as pigs could be,
For their dinner ran pell-mell;
In the trough both piggies fell.

VI.--A LITTLE BOY'S WALK.

A little boy went walking
One lovely summer's day:
He saw a little rabbit
That quickly ran away;

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He saw a shining river
Go winding in and out,
And little fishes in it
Were swimming all about;

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And, slowly, slowly turning,
The great wheel of the mill;
And then the tall church steeple,
The little church so still;

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The bridge above the water;
And when he stopped to rest,
He saw among the bushes
A wee ground-sparrow's nest.

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And as he watched the birdies
Above the tree-tops fly,
He saw the clouds a-sailing
Across the sunny sky.

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He saw the insects playing;
The flowers that summer brings;
He said, "I'll go tell mamma!
I've seen _so many_ things!"

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[Music: A LITTLE BOY'S WALK.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

A little boy went walking One lovely summer's day: He saw a little rabbit That quickly ran away; He saw a shining river Go winding in and out, And little fishes in it Were swimming all about.

And slowly, slowly turning, The great wheel of the mill; And then the tall church steeple, The little church so still; The bridge above the water; And when he stopped to rest, He saw among the bushes A wee ground-sparrow's nest,

And as he watched the birdies Above the tree-tops fly, He saw the clouds a-sailing Across the sunny sky. He saw the insects playing; The flowers that summer brings; He said, "I'll go tell Mamma! I've seen _so many_ things."]

VII.--THE CATERPILLAR.

Fuzzy little caterpillar, Crawling, crawling on the ground! Fuzzy little caterpillar, Nowhere, nowhere to be found, Though we've looked and looked and hunted Everywhere around!

(Move whole hand forward and wriggle the thumb)]

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When the little caterpillar Found his furry coat too tight, Then a snug cocoon he made him Spun of silk so soft and light; Rolled himself away within it-- Slept there day and night.

(Rotate the thumb, then double into the hand)]

See how this cocoon is stirring! Now a little head we spy-- What! Is _this_ our caterpillar Spreading gorgeous wings to dry? Soon the free and happy creature Flutters gayly by.

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(Move palms to and fro)]

[Music: THE CATERPILLAR.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

1. Fuzzy little caterpillar,
Crawling, crawling on the ground!
Fuzzy little caterpillar,
Nowhere, nowhere to be found,
Tho' we've looked and looked and hunted
Everywhere around!

2. When the little caterpillar
Found his furry coat too tight,
Then a snug cocoon he made him
Spun of silk so soft and light;
Rolled himself away within it--
Slept there day and night.

3. See how this cocoon is stirring!
Now a little head we spy--
What! is _this_ our caterpillar
Spreading gorgeous wings to dry?
Soon the free and happy creature
Flutters gaily by.]

VIII.--ALL FOR BABY.

Here's a ball for Baby, Big and soft and round! Here is Baby's hammer-- O, how he can pound!

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Here is Baby's music-- Clapping, clapping so! Here are Baby's soldiers, Standing in a row!

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Here's the Baby's trumpet, Toot-too-toot! too-too! Here's the way that Baby Plays at "Peep-a-boo!"

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Here's a big umbrella-- Keep the Baby dry! Here's the Baby's cradle-- Rock-a-baby-by!

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[Music: ALL FOR BABY.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

1. Here's a ball for Baby,
Big and soft and round!
Here is Baby's hammer--
O, how he can pound!]

2. Here is Baby's music
Clapping, clapping so!
Here are Baby's soldiers,
Standing in a row!

3. Here's the Baby's trumpet,
Toot-too-toot! too-too!
Here's the way that Baby
Plays at "Peep-a-boo!"

4. Here's a big umbrella--
Keeps the Baby dry!
Here's the Baby's cradle--
Rock-a-baby by!

IX.--THE MICE.

Five little mice on the pantry floor, Seeking for bread-crumbs or something more;

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Five little mice on the shelf up high, Feasting so daintily on a pie--

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But the big round eyes of the wise old cat See what the five little mice are at.

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Quickly she jumps!--but the mice run away, And hide in their snug little holes all day.

Left hand lowered suddenly [Pounce of the cat] Right hand brought behind the back [Mice run away]]

"Feasting in pantries may be very nice; But home is the best!" say the five little mice.

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[Music: FIVE LITTLE MICE.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

1. Five little mice on the pantry floor,
Seeking for bread crumbs or something more;
Five little mice on the shelf up high,
Feasting so daintily on a pie--
But the big round eyes of the wise old cat
See what the five little mice are at.
Quickly she jumps! but the mice run away.
And hide in their snug little holes all day.
"Feasting in pantries may be very nice;
But home is the best!" say the five little mice.]

X.--THE SQUIRREL

"Little squirrel, living there In the hollow tree, I've a pretty cage for you; Come and live with me!

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"You may turn the little wheel-- That will be great fun! Slowly round, or very fast If you faster run.

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"Little squirrel, I will bring In my basket here Every day a feast of nuts! Come, then, squirrel dear."

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But the little squirrel said From his hollow tree: "Oh! no, no! I'd rather far Live here and be free!"

So my cage is empty yet, And the wheel is still; But my little basket here Oft with nuts I fill.

If you like, I'll crack the nuts, Some for you and me, For the squirrel has enough In his hollow tree.

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[Music: THE SQUIRREL.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

1. "Little Squirrel, living there
In the hollow tree,
I've a pretty cage for you;
Come and live with me!
You may turn the little wheel--
That will be great fun!
Slowly round, or very fast
If you faster run."

2. "Little Squirrel, I will bring
In my basket here
Every day a feast of nuts!
Come then, squirrel dear."
But the little squirrel said
From his hollow tree:
"Oh! no, no! I'd rather far
Live here and be free."

3. So my cage is empty yet
And the wheel is still;
But my little basket here
Oft with nuts I fill.
If you like, I'll crack the nuts,
Some for you and me,
For the squirrel has enough
In his hollow tree.]

XI.--THE SPARROWS.

"Little brown sparrows, Flying around, Up in the tree-tops, Down on the ground,

"Come to my window, Dear sparrows, come! See! I will give you Many a crumb.

Fluttering the Fingers]

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"Here is some water, Sparkling and clear; Come, little sparrows, Drink without fear.

"If you are tired, Here is a nest; Wouldn't you like to Come here to rest?"

All the brown sparrows Flutter away, Chirping and singing, "We cannot stay;

"For in the tree-tops, 'Mong the gray boughs, There is the sparrows' Snug little house."

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Raise Hands

Fluttering Fingers]

[Music: THE SPARROWS.

EMILIE POULSSON.

C.C. ROESKE.

1. "Little brown sparrows,
Flying around,
Up in the tree-tops,
Down on the ground,
Come to my window,
Dear sparrows, come!
See! I will give you
Many a crumb."

2. "Here is some water,
Sparkling and clear;
Come, little sparrows,
Drink without fear.
If you are tired,
Here is a nest;
Wouldn't you like to
Come here and rest?"

3. All the brown sparrows
Flutter away,
Chirping and singing,
"We cannot stay;
For in the tree-tops,
'Mong the gray boughs,
There is the sparrows'
Snug little house."]

XII.--THE COUNTING LESSON.

(_Right hand._) Here is the beehive. Where are the bees? Hidden away where nobody sees. Soon they come creeping out of the hive-- One!--two!--three! four! five!

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(_Left hand._)
Once I saw an ant-hill
With no ants about;
So I said, "Dear little ants,
Won't you please come out?"
Then as if the little ants
Had heard my call--
One! two! three! four! _five_ came out!
And that was all!

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[Music: THE COUNTING LESSON.

EMILIE POULSSON.

C.C. ROESKE.

1ST VERSE.

1. Here is the beehive. Where are the bees?
Hidden away where nobody sees.
Soon they come creeping out of the hive--
One!--two!--three! four! _five_!

2ND VERSE.

2. Once I saw an ant hill
With no ants about;
So I said, "Dear little ants,
Won't you please come out?"
Then as if the little ants
Had heard my call--
One! two! three! four! _five_ came out!
And that was all!]

XIII.--MRS. PUSSY'S DINNER.

Mrs. Pussy, sleek and fat,
With her kittens four,
Went to sleep upon the mat
By the kitchen door.

(Right hand) [fist, thumb extended upward]]

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Mrs. Pussy heard a noise--
Up she jumped in glee:
"Kittens, maybe that's a mouse!
Let us go and see!"

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Creeping, creeping, creeping on,
Silently they stole;
But the little mouse had gone
Back within its hole.

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(Left hand) [fist with knuckles downward, thumb extended]]

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"Well," said Mrs. Pussy then,
"To the barn we'll go;
We shall find the swallow there
Flying to and fro."

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So the cat and kittens four
Tried their very best;
But the swallows flying fast
Safely reached the nest!

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Home went hungry Mrs. Puss
And her kittens four;
Found their dinner on a plate
By the kitchen door.

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As they gathered round the plate,
They agreed 'twas nice
That it could not run away
Like the birds and mice!

[Music: MRS. PUSSY'S DINNER.

EMILIE POULSSON.

C.C. ROESKE.

1. Mrs. Pussy, sleek and fat,
With her kittens four,
Went to sleep upon the mat
By the kitchen door.]

2. Mrs. Pussy heard a noise--
Up she jumped in glee:
"Kittens, maybe that's a mouse!
Let us go and see!"

3. Creeping, creeping, creeping on,
Silently they stole;
But the little mouse had gone
Back within its hole.

4. "Well," said Mrs. Pussy then,
"To the barn we'll go;
We shall find the swallows there
Flying to and fro."

5. So the cat and kittens four
Tried their very best;
But the swallows flying fast
Safely reached the nest!

6. Home went hungry Mrs. Puss
And her kittens four;
Found their dinner on a plate
By the kitchen door.

7. As they gathered round the plate,
They agreed 'twas nice
That it could not run away
Like the birds and mice!

XIV.--HOW THE CORN GREW.

There was a field that waiting lay,
All hard and brown and bare;
There was a thrifty farmer came
And fenced it in with care.

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Then came a plowman with his plow;
From early until late,
Across the field and back again,
He plowed the furrows straight.

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The harrow then was brought to make
The ground more soft and loose;
And soon the farmer said with joy,
"My field is fit for use."

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For many days the farmer then
Was working with his hoe;
And little Johnny brought the corn
And dropped the kernels--so!

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And there they lay, until awaked
By tapping rains that fell,
Then pushed their green plumes up to greet
The sun they loved so well.

(Drumming with the fingers)]

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Then flocks and flocks of hungry crows
Came down the corn to taste;
But ba-ang!--went the farmer's gun
And off they flew in haste.

(Snap the fingers) [one arm extended, holding elbow with other hand]]

Then grew and grew the corn, until,
When autumn days had come,
With sickles keen they cut it down,
And sang the "Harvest Home."

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[Music: HOW THE CORN GREW.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

1. There was a field that waiting lay,
All hard and brown and bare;
There was a thrifty farmer came
And fenced it in with care,
There was a thrifty farmer came
And fenced it in with care.]

2. Then came a ploughman with his plough;
From early until late,
Across the field and back again,
He ploughed the furrows straight.

3. The harrow then was brought to make
The ground more soft and loose;
And soon the farmer said with joy,
"My field is fit for use."

4. For many days the farmer then
Was working with his hoe;
And little Johnny brought the corn
And dropped the kernels--so!

5. And there they lay, until awaked
By tapping rains that fell,
Then pushed their green plumes up to greet
The sun they loved so well.

6. Then flocks and flocks of hungry crows
Came down the corn to taste;
But ba-ang! went the farmer's gun,
And off they flew in haste.

7. Then grew and grew the corn, until,
When autumn days had come,
With sickles keen they cut it down,
And sang the "Harvest Home."

XV.--THE MILL.

A merry little river
Went singing day by day,
Until it reached a mill-dam
That stretched across its way.

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And there it spread its waters,
A quiet pond, to wait
Until the busy miller
Should lift the water-gate.

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Then, hurrying through the gateway,
The dashing waters found
A mighty millwheel waiting,
And turned it swiftly round.

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But faster turned the millstones
Up in the dusty mill,
And quickly did the miller
With corn the hopper fill.

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And faster yet and faster
The heavy stones went round,
Until the golden kernels
To golden meal were ground.

"Now fill the empty hopper
With _wheat_," the miller said;
"We'll grind this into flour
To make the children's bread."

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And still, as flowed the water,
The mighty wheel went round;
And still, as turned the millstones,
The corn and grain were ground.

And busy was the miller
The livelong day, until
The water-gate he fastened,
And silent grew the mill.

[Music: THE MILL.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

1. A merry little river
Went singing day by day,
Until it reached a mill-dam
That stretched across its way.
And there it spread its waters,
A quiet pond, to wait
Until the busy miller
Should lift the water gate.]

2. Then, hurrying through the gateway,
The dashing waters found
A mighty millwheel waiting--
And turned it swiftly round.
But faster turned the millstone
Up in the dusty mill,
And quickly did the miller
With corn the hopper fill.

3. And faster yet and faster
The heavy stones went round,
Until the golden kernels
To golden meal were ground.
"Now, fill the empty hopper
With _wheat_," the miller said;
"We'll grind this into flour
To make the children's bread."

4. And still, as flowed the water,
The mighty wheel went round;
And still, as turned the millstones,
The corn and grain were ground.
And busy was the miller
The livelong day, until
The water gate he fastened,
And silent grew the mill.

XVI.--MAKING BREAD.

"The farmer and the miller Have worked," the mother said, "And got the flour ready, So I will make the bread." She scooped from out the barrel The flour white as snow, And in her sieve she put it And shook it to and fro.

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Then in the pan of flour A little salt she threw; A cup of yeast she added, And poured in water, too. To mix them all together She stirred with busy might, Then covered it and left it Until the bread was light.

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More flour then she sifted And kneaded well the dough, And in the waiting oven The loaves of bread did go. The mother watched the baking, And turned the loaves, each one, Until at last, rejoicing, She said, "My bread is done!"

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[Music: MAKING BREAD.

EMILIE POULSSON.

C.C. ROESKE.

1. "The farmer and the miller
Have work'd," the mother said,
"And got the flour ready,
So I will make the bread."
She scooped from out the barrel
The flour white as snow,
And in her sieve she put it
And shook it to and fro.]

2. Then in the pan of flour
A little salt she threw;
A cup of yeast she added,
And poured in water, too.
To mix them all together
She stirred with busy might,
Then covered it and left it
Until the bread was light.

3. More flour then she sifted
And kneaded well the dough,
And in the waiting oven
The loaves of bread did go.
The mother watched the baking,
And turned the loaves, each one,
Until at last, rejoicing,
She said, "My bread is done!"

XVII.--MAKING BUTTER.

Skim, skim, skim,
With the skimmer bright;
Take the rich and yellow cream,
Leave the milk so white.

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Churn, churn, churn,
Now 'tis churning day;
Till the cream to butter turn
Dasher must not stay.

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Press, press, press;
All the milk must be
From the golden butter now
Pressed out carefully.

(for pressing) [sideways hand]]

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Pat, pat, pat;
Make it smooth and round.
See! the roll of butter's done--
Won't you buy a pound?

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Taste, oh! taste,
This is very nice;
Spread it on the children's bread,
Give them each a slice.

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[Music: MAKING BUTTER.

EMILIE POULSSON.

C.C. ROESKE.

1. Skim, skim, skim,
With the skimmer bright;
Take the rich and yellow cream,
Leave the milk so white.]

2. Churn, churn, churn,
Now 'tis churning day;
Till the cream to butter turn
Dasher must not stay.

3. Press, press, press;
All the milk must be
From the golden butter now
Pressed out carefully.

4. Pat, pat, pat,
Make it smooth and round.
See! the roll of butter's done--
Won't you buy a pound?

5. Taste, oh! taste,
This is very nice.
Spread it on the children's bread,
Give them each a slice.

XVIII.--SANTA CLAUS.

O, clap, clap the hands,
And sing out with glee
For Christmas is coming
And merry are we!

THROUGH THE FIRST AND LAST VERSES.]

Now swift o'er the snow
The tiny reindeer
Are trotting and bringing
Good Santa Claus near.

IN SECOND AND FOURTH VERSES.]

Our stockings we'll hang,
And while we're asleep
Then down through the chimney
Will Santa Claus creep.

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He'll empty his pack,
Then up he will come
And, calling his reindeer,
Will haste away home.

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Then clap, clap the hands!
And sing out with glee,
For Christmas is coming
And merry are we!

[Music: SANTA CLAUS.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

1. O, clap, clap the hands,
And sing out with glee!
For Christmas is coming and merry are we!
Now swift o'er the snow
The tiny reindeer
Are trotting and bringing
Good Santa Claus near.

2. O, clap, clap the hands,
And sing out with glee!
For Christmas is coming and merry are we!
Our stockings we'll hang,
And while we're asleep
Then down thro' the chimney
Will Santa Claus creep.

3. O, clap, clap the hands,
And sing out with glee!
For Christmas is coming and merry are we!
He'll empty his pack,
Then up he will come
And calling the reindeer,
Will haste away home.]