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Little Tom Tinker's dog, Bow, wow, wow. * * * * * Bye, baby bunting, Daddy's gone a-hunting, To get a little rabbit skin To wrap the baby bunting in. * * * * * Star light, star bright, First star I see to-night; I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish to-night. * * * * * The little moon came out too soon, And in her fright looked thin and white, The stars then shone, And every one Twinkled and winked and laughed and blinked. The great sun now rolled forth in might And drove them all quite out of sight. TO A HONEY-BEE. "Busy-body, busy-body, Always on the wing, Wait a bit, where you have lit, And tell me why you sing." Up, and in the air again, Flap, flap, flap! And now she stops, and now she drops Into the rose's lap. "Come, just a minute come, From your rose so red." Hum, hum, hum, hum-- That was all she said. "Busy-body, busy-body, Always light and gay, It seems to me, for all I see, Your work is only play." And now the day is sinking to The goldenest of eves, And she doth creep for quiet sleep Among the lily-leaves. "Come, just a moment come, From your snowy bed." Hum, hum, hum, hum-- That was all she said. But, the while I mused, I learned The secret of her way: Do my part with cheerful heart, And turn my work to play. * * * * * A cat came fiddling out of a barn, With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm; She could sing nothing but fiddle-de-dee, The mouse has married the bumble-bee; Pipe, cat,--dance, mouse,-- We'll have a wedding at our good house. * * * * * A dillar, a dollar, A ten o'clock scholar, What makes you come so soon? You used to come at ten o'clock, But now you come at noon. * * * * * As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives; Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits: Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were there going to St. Ives? * * * * * As I was going up Pippen Hill,-- Pippen Hill was dirty,-- There I met a pretty miss, And she dropped me a curtsy. Little miss, pretty miss, Blessings light upon you; If I had half-a-crown a day, I'd spend it all upon you. * *
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