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Have
you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree? When
you've got to the tree, you would have a hard time You
say but the word to that gingerbread dog There
are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes, Eugene Field (1850-1895) MotherGooseCaboose.com |
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Wynken,
Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe- Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we?" Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe, And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew. The little stars were the herring fish That lived in that beautiful sea- "Now cast your nets wherever you wish- Never afeard are we"; So cried the stars to the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam- Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home; 'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed As if it could not be, And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea- But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is the wee one's trundle-bed. So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. - Eugene Field (1850-1895) MotherGooseCaboose.com |
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The gingham
dog and the calico cat Side by side on the table sat; 'T'was half-past twelve and (what do you think!) Nor one nor t'other had slept a wink! The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate Appeared to know as sure as fate There was going to be a terrible spat. (I wasn't there; I simply state What was told to me by the Chinese plate!) The gingham dog went "bow-wow-wow!" And the calico cat replied "mee-ow!" The air was littered, an hour or so, With bits of gingham and calico, While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place Up with its hands before its face For it always dreaded a family row! (Now mind: I'm only telling you What the old Dutch clock declares is true!) The Chinese plate looked very blue, And wailed, "Oh, dear! What shall we do!" But the gingham dog and the calico cat Wallowed this way and tumbled that, Employing every tooth and claw In the awfullest way you ever saw- And, oh! How the gingham and calico flew! (Don't fancy I exaggerate- I got my news from the Chinese plate!) Next morning, where the two had sat They found no trace of dog or cat; And some folks think unto this day That burglars stole that pair away! But the truth about the cat and pup Is this: They ate each other up! Now what do you really think of that! (The old Dutch clock it told me so, And that is how I came to know.) - Eugene Field (1850-1895) MotherGooseCaboose.com |
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Oh, a
wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse- Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has swept Through the moonlight that floats on the floor. For it's only at night, when the stars twinkle bright, That the Fly-Away Horse, with a neigh And a pull at his rein and a toss of his mane, Is up on his heels and away! The moon in the sky, As he gallopeth by, Cries: "Oh! What a marvelous sight!" And the Stars in dismay Hide their faces away In the lap of old Grandmother Night. It is yonder, out yonder, the Fly-Away Horse Speedeth ever and ever away- Over meadows and lane, over mountains and plains, Over streamlets that sing at their play; And over the sea like a ghost sweepeth he, While the ships they go sailing below, And he speedeth so fast that the men on the mast Adjudge him some portent of woe. "What ho, there!" they cry, As he flourishes by With a whisk of his beautiful tail; And the fish in the sea Are as scared as can be, From the nautilus up to the whale! And the Fly-Away Horse seeks those far-away lands You little folk dream of at night- Where candy-trees grow, and honey-brooks flow, And corn-fields with popcorn are white; And the beasts in the wood are ever so good To children who visit them there- What glory astride of a lion to ride, Or to wrestle around with a bear! The monkeys, they say: "Come on, let us play," And they frisk in the coconut-trees: While the parrots, that cling To the peanut-vines sing Or converse with comparative ease! Off! scamper to bed- you shall ride him to-night! For, as soon as you've fallen asleep, With a jubilant neigh he shall bear you away Over forest and hillside and deep! But tell us, my dear, all you see and you hear In those beautiful lands over there, Where the Fly-Away Horse wings his far-away course With the wee one consigned to his care. Then grandma will cry In amazement: "Oh, my!" And she'll think it could never be so. And only we two Shall know it is true- You and I, little precious! shall know! - Eugene Field (1850-1895) MotherGooseCaboose.com |
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The little toy dog is covered
with dust, But sturdy and staunch he stands; The little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!" So, toddling off to his trundle bed, He dreamt of the pretty toys; And, as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue- Oh! the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true! Aye, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face; And they wonder, as waiting the long years through In the dust of that little chair, What has become of our Little Boy Blue, Since he kissed them and put them there. - Eugene Field (1850-1895) MotherGooseCaboose.com |
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All day long they come and go--
Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the floor, Finger-marks along the wall, Tell-tale smudges on the door-- By these presents you shall know Pittypat and Tippytoe How they riot at their play! And a dozen times a day In they troop, demanding bread-- Only buttered bread will do, And the butter must be spread Inches thick with sugar too! And I never can say, "No, Pittypat and Tippytoe!" Sometimes there are griefs to soothe, Sometimes ruffled brows to smooth; For (I much regret to say) Tippytoe and Pittypat Sometimes interrupt their play With an internecine spat; Fie, for shame! to quarrel so-- Pittypat and Tippytoe! Oh the thousand worrying things Every day recurrent brings! Hands to scrub and hair to brush, Search for playthings gone amiss, Many a wee complaint to hush, Many a little bump to kiss; Life seems one vain, fleeting show To Pittypat and Tippytoe! And when day is at an end, There are little duds to mend; Little frocks are strangely torn, Little shoes great holes reveal, Little hose, but one day worn, Rudely yawn at toe and heel! Who but you could work such woe, Pittypat and Tippytoe! But when comes this thought to me: "Some there are that childless be," Stealing to their little beds, With a love I cannot speak, Tenderly I stroke their heads--- Fondly kiss each velvet cheek. God help those who do not know A Pittypat or Tippytoe! On the floor and down the hall, Rudely smutched upon the wall, There are proofs in every kind Of the havoc they have wrought, And upon my heart you'd find Just such trade-marks, if you sought; Oh, how glad I am 'tis so, Pittypat and Tippytoe! - Eugene Field (1850-1895) MotherGooseCaboose.com |
Nursery rhymes-Jack and Jill,roses are red,deedle deedle dumpling,twinkle twinkle little star,hey diddle diddle,peter peter pumpkin eater,baa baa black sheep,little boy blue,roses are red,daffy down dilly, ride a cock horse, bow wow wow, mary’s lamb,star light star bright,jack sprat. The tale of custard the dragon,in a faraway land, in a far away country,the blind men and the elephant,the secret place, names,the birthday child,the mountain and the squirrel,the birthday child,dandelion,blue flowers,a summer morning,the swallow,rain in summer,pussy willows,written in March,prairie spring, Ralph Waldo Emerson-the mountain and the squirrel,John Godfrey Saxe-the blind men and the elephant,Ogden Nash-custard the dragon,Dorothy Aldis-the secret place,names,Rose Fyleman-the birthday child,Hilda Conkling-Dandelion,Rachel Field-blue flowers, a summer morning, Christina Rosetti-fly away fly away,the swallow,Henry Wadsworth Longfellow-rain in summer,Sarah Lefferts-pussy willows,William Wordsworth-written in March,Edwina Fallis-prairie spring,Robert Frost-stopping by woods,Japanese Haiku-daybreak in summer,Japanese Haiku-the sunflower,Japanese Haiku-chums,Japanese Haiku-breezes,Japanese Haiku-daffodils,Japanese Haiku-cloud shadows,Japanese Haiku-the rains of spring.
