Baby Seed Song But the Moon she knew nothing about the affair; For high In the sky, With her one white eye, Motionless, miles above the air, She had never heard the great Wind blare. 127 George Macdonald [1824-1905] CHILD'S SONG IN SPRING THE silver birch is a dainty lady, She wears a satin gown; The elm tree makes the old churchyard shady, She will not live in town. The English oak is a sturdy fellow, The willow is smart in a suit of yellow, Such a gay green gown God gives the larches- The hazels hold up their arms for arches The chestnut's proud, and the lilac's pretty, But the plane tree's kind to the poor dull city— Edith Nesbit [1858 BABY SEED SONG LITTLE brown brother, oh! little brown brother, Are you awake in the dark? Here we lie cosily, close to each other: Hark to the song of the lark "Waken!" the lark says, "waken and dress you; Put on your green coats and gay, Blue sky will shine on you, sunshine caress you— Little brown brother, oh! little brown brother, I'll be a poppy-all white, like my mother; What! you're a sun-flower? How I shall miss you But I shall send all the bees up to kiss you; Little brown brother, good-bye. Edith Nesbit [1858 LITTLE DANDELION GAY little Dandelion Lights up the meads, Lists to the robin's note Poured from above; Wise little Dandelion Asks not for love. Cold lie the daisy banks Bright hues were seen. True little Dandelion Greeteth the May. Brave little Dandelion! Fast falls the snow, Meek little Dandelion Groweth more fair, Till dies the amber dew Out from her hair. Little White Lily High rides the thirsty sun, Fiercely and high; Pale little Dandelion, In her white shroud, Little winged Dandelion Soareth away. Helen Barron Bostwick [1826 LITTLE WHITE LILY From "Within and Without " LITTLE White Lily sat by a stone, Little White Lily said: "It is good, Little White Lily drooping with pain, Little White Lily said: "Good again, When I am thirsty to have the nice rain. Now I am stronger, now I am cool; Heat cannot burn me, my veins are so full.” Little White Lily smells very sweet; Little White Lily is happy again. 129 George Macdonald [1824-1905] WISHING RING-TING! I wish I were a Primrose, A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the Spring! And the Elm-tree for our King! Nay, stay! I wish I were an Elm-tree, The sun and moonshine glance in, O-no! I wish I were a Robin, A Robin or a little Wren, everywhere to go; Well-tell! Where should I fly to, Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For Mother's kiss,-sweeter this Than any other thing! William Allingham [1824-1889] BEASTS, BIRDS AND FISHES THE Dog will come when he is called, The Parrot is a prate-apace, Yet knows not what he says; Beasts, Birds and Fishes The Pig is not a feeder nice, The Squirrel loves a nut; The Wolf would eat you in a trice The Swan he has a bosom fair, Oh, yes, the Peacock is more proud, He'd fill you with surprise. The Raven's coat is shining black, The Camel's hump is on his back, The Sparrow steals the cherry ripe, The Blackbird charms you with his pipe, The false Hyena cries. The Hen guards well her little chicks, The useful Cow is meek; The Beaver builds with mud and sticks; The little Wren is very small, The Pelican, she loves her young; The spotted Tiger's fond of blood, The Pigeons feed on peas; The Mice will eat your cheese. 131 |