THE COW.The friendly cow all red and white,I love with all my heart;She gives me cream with all her might.To eat with apple-tart.She wanders lowing here and there,And yet she cannot stray,All in the pleasant open air,...

THE LINNET.The Baby LinnetIs not so big as a minute,Yet the worms is devoursAre longer than hours;It can eat and eat and eat.This must be because of the neatWay in which the parents LinnetPack things in it.(Mari...

THE LINNET.The Baby LinnetIs not so big as a minute,Yet the worms is devoursAre longer than hours;It can eat and eat and eat.This must be because of the neatWay in which the parents LinnetPack things in it.(Mari...

THE SWALLOWSwallow, swallow, swooping free,Do you not remember me?I think last spring that it was youWho tumbled down the sooty flueWith wobbly wings and gaping face.A fledgling in the fireplace.Remember how I nursed an...

THE SWALLOWSwallow, swallow, swooping free,Do you not remember me?I think last spring that it was youWho tumbled down the sooty flueWith wobbly wings and gaping face.A fledgling in the fireplace.Remember how I nursed an...

JACK AND PONY, TOM.Jack had a little pony-Tom;He frequently would take it fromThe stably where it used to standAnd give it sugar with his hand.He also gave it oats and hayAnd carrots twenty time a dayAnd grass in ba...

TOM AND HIS PONY, JACK.Tom had a little pony Jack;He vaulted lightly on its backAnd galloped off for miles and miles,A- Leaping hedges, gates and stiles,And shouting “ Yoicks! ” and “ Tally-Ho!”And “ Heads I win! ” and “ Tail b...

Sally in Our Alley.Of all the girls that are so smart,There’s none like pretty Sally;She is the darling of my heart,And she lives in our alley.There’s ne’er a lady in the land,That’s half as sweet as Sally;She is the darlin...

Matilda Jane, you never lookAt any toy or picture - book:I show you pretty thing in vain-You must be blind, Matilda JaneI ask you riddles, tell you tales,But all our conversation fails:You never answer me again-I fear you&q...

WINTER.Clouded with snowThe bleak winds blow,And shrill on leafless boughThe robin with its burning breastAlone sings now.The rayless sunDay’s journey done,Sheds its last ebbing lightOn field in leagues of beaut...