rown leaves float to the earth.
Puff! goes the wind,
Up they fly again
With a little soft rustling laugh.
Then down they float.
Down, down, down.
On the ground the leaves go as if walking or running.
They go and then they stop.
They scurry along,
Still twisting and turning,
Still twirling and whirling,
They hurry along,
With a soft little rustle
They tumble, they roll and they roll.

I want to fly up in the air!
If I take two leaves in my hands and put two leaves on my feet
And the wind blows,
Perhaps I'll fly up in the air.

A LOCOMOTIVE

In the daytime, what am I?
In the hubbub, what am I?
A mass of iron and of steel,
Of boiler, piston, throttle, wheel,
A monster smoking up the sky,
A locomotive!
That am I!

In the darkness, what am I?
In the stillness, what am I?
Streak of light across the sky,
A clanging bell, a shriek, a cry,
A fiery demon rushing by,
A locomotive
That am I!

[Illustration]

MOON MOON

(_To the tune of "Du, du, liegst mir im herzen._")

Moon, moon,
Shiny and silver,
Moon, moon,
Silver and white;
Moon, moon,
Whisper to children
"Sleep through the silvery night."
There, there, there, there,
Sleep through the silvery night.

Sun, sun,
Shiny and golden,
Sun, sun,
Golden and gay;
Sun, sun,
Shout to the children
"Wake to the sunshiny day!"
There, there, there, there,
Wake to the sunshiny day.

AUTOMOBILE SONG

A-rolling, bowling, fast or slow,
A-racing, chasing, off we go.
The jolly automobile
Whizzes along with flying wheel.
We go chug, chug-chug, chug-up!
Then we go s-l-i-d-i-n-g down.
We go scooting over the hills,
We go tooting back to town.

SILLY WILL

In this story I have used a device to tie together many isolated
familiar facts. I have never found that six-year-old children did not
readily discriminate the actual from the imaginary.

SILLY WILL

PART 1

Once there was a little boy. Now he was a very silly little boy,
so silly that he was called Silly Will. He had an idea that he was
tremendously smart and that he could quite well get along by himself in
this world. This foolish idea made