twelve Miss Pelicoes
Learnt dancing and the globes;
Which proves that they were wise, and had
That patience which was Job's.

The twelve Miss Pelicoes
Were always most polite--
Said "If you please," and "Many thanks,"
"Good morning," and "Good night."

The twelve Miss Pelicoes
You plainly see, were taught
To do the things they didn't like,
Which means, the things they ought.

Now, fare ye well, Miss Pelicoes,
I wish ye a good day;--
About these twelve Miss Pelicoes
I've nothing more to say.

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Little baby, if I threw
This fair blossom down to you,
Would you catch it as you stand,
Holding up each tiny hand,
Looking out of those grey eyes,
Where such deep, deep wonder lies?

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The finest, biggest fish, you see,
Will be the trout that's caught by me,
But if the monster will not bite,
Why, then I'll hook a little mite.

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Prince Finikin and his mamma
Sat sipping their bohea;
"Good gracious!" said his Highness, "why,
What girl is this I see?

"Most certainly it cannot be
A native of our town;"
And he turned him round to his mamma,
Who set her teacup down.

But Dolly simply looked at them,
She did not speak a word;
"She has no voice!" said Finikin;
"It's really quite absurd."

Then Finikin's mamma observed,
"Dear Prince, it seems to me,
She looks as if she'd like to drink
A cup of my bohea."

So Finikin poured out her tea,
And gave her currant-pie;
Then Finikin said, "Dear mamma,
What a kind Prince am I!"

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Heigh ho!--time creeps but slow;
I've looked up the hill so long;
None come this way, the sun sinks low,
And my shadow's very long.

They said I should sail in a little boat,
Up the stream, by the great white mill;
But I've waited all day, and none come my way;
I've waited--I'm waiting still.

They said I should see a fairy town,
With houses all of gold,
And silver people, and a gold church steeple;--
But it wasn't the truth they told.

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My house is red--a little house,
A happy child am I,
I laugh and play the livelong day
I hardly ever cry.

I have a tree, a green, green tree,
To shade me from the sun;
And under it I often sit,
When all my work is done.

My little basket I