Author: | Anonymous, Ethel Franklin Betts | ISBN: | 1230000281834 |
Publisher: | NEW YORK FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY PUBLISHERS | Publication: | November 21, 2014 |
Imprint: | Language: | English |
Author: | Anonymous, Ethel Franklin Betts |
ISBN: | 1230000281834 |
Publisher: | NEW YORK FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY PUBLISHERS |
Publication: | November 21, 2014 |
Imprint: | |
Language: | English |
Example in this ebook
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
Threescore men and threescore more
Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.
Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feast upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
There was an old woman lived under the hill,
And if she's not gone, she's living there still.
Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies;
And she's the old woman that never told lies.
Hark! Hark! the dogs do bark,
The beggars have come to town;
Some in rags, and some in tags,
And some in velvet gowns.
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 B,
And toss it in the oven for Baby and me.
A diller, a dollar,
A ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock,
And now you come at noon.
One misty, moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man
Clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment,
And I began to grin;
How do you do, and how do you do?
And how do you do again?
To be continue in this ebook...............................................................................................................
Example in this ebook
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
Threescore men and threescore more
Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.
Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feast upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
There was an old woman lived under the hill,
And if she's not gone, she's living there still.
Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies;
And she's the old woman that never told lies.
Hark! Hark! the dogs do bark,
The beggars have come to town;
Some in rags, and some in tags,
And some in velvet gowns.
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 B,
And toss it in the oven for Baby and me.
A diller, a dollar,
A ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock,
And now you come at noon.
One misty, moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man
Clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment,
And I began to grin;
How do you do, and how do you do?
And how do you do again?
To be continue in this ebook...............................................................................................................