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Page 120 - Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Page 122 - Little JACK HORNER Sat in a corner, Eating a Christmas Pie : He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said,
Page 109 - WHAT ARE LITTLE BOYS MADE OF? What are little boys made of, made of? What are little boys made of? "Snaps and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails; And that's what little boys are made of.
Page 118 - Once I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop; So I cried, "Little bird, Will you stop, stop, stop?" And was going to the window To say, "How do you do?
Page 56 - The Baby's Dance. DANCE, little baby, dance up high : Never mind, baby, mother is by ; Crow and caper, caper and crow, There, little baby, there you go...
Page 70 - Here we go round the mulberry bush The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush Here we go round the mulberry bush So early in the morning This is the way we wash our clothes Wash our clothes, wash our clothes This is the way we wash our clothes So early Monday morning...
Page 108 - There was a little girl, And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good She was very, very good, And when she was bad she was horrid.
Page 120 - The Little Dreamer A little boy was dreaming Upon his nurse's lap That the pins fell out of all the stars, And the stars fell into his cap. So, when his dream was over, What should this little boy do? Why, he went and looked inside his cap, And found it wasn't true.