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CHRISTOPHER CRUMP
Christopher Crump, All in a lump, Sits like a toad on the top of a stump.
He stretches and sighs, And blinks with his eyes, Bats at the beetles and fights off the flies.
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PINKY, PINKY, PANG
A tortoise sat on a slippery limb And played his pinky pang For a dog-fish friend that called on him, And this is what he sang: "Oh, the skies are blue, And I wait for you To come where the willows hang, And dance all night By the white moonlight To my pinky, pinky, pang!"
TICK, TOCK
Tick, tock! Tick, tock!
Forty 'leven by the clock.
Tick, tock! Tick, tock!
Put your ear to Grandpa's ticker, Like a pancake, only thicker.
Tick, tock! Tick, tock!
Catch a squirrel in half a minute, Grab a sack and stick him in it.
Tick, tock! Tick, tock!
Mister Bunny feeds on honey, Tea, and taters--ain't it funny?
Tick, tock! Tick, tock!
When he goes to bed at night, Shoves his slippers out of sight; That is why Old Fox, the sinner, Had to go without his dinner.
Tick, tock! Tick, tock!
So says Grandpa's clock.
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UNDER THE WILLOW
Put down your pillow under the willow, Hang up your hat in the sun, And lie down to snooze as long as you choose, For the plowing and sowing are done.
Pick up your pillow from under the willow, And clamber out into the sun.
Get a fork and a rake for goodness' sake, For the harvest time has begun.
HIGH ON THE MANTEL
High on the mantel rose a moan-- It came from an idol carved in bone-- "Oh, it's so lonesome here alone, With no one near to love me!"
A cautious smile came over the face Of a pensive maid on a Grecian vase "Are you sure," she said, with charming grace, "There's no one near to love you?"
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BOOTS, BOOTS, BOOTS
Buster's got a popper gun, A reg'lar one that shoots, And Teddy's got an engine With a whistler that toots.
But I've got something finer yet-- A pair of rubber boots.
Oh, it's boots, boots, boots, A pair of rubber boots!
I could walk from here to China In a pair of rubber boots.
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b.u.t.tERFLY
b.u.t.terfly, b.u.t.terfly, Sit on my chin, Your wings are like tinsel, So yellow and thin.
b.u.t.terfly, b.u.t.terfly, Give me a kiss; If you give me a dozen There's nothing amiss.
b.u.t.terfly, b.u.t.terfly, Off to the flowers,-- Wee, soulless sprite Of the long summer hours.
BEELA BY THE SEA
Catch a floater, catch an eel, Catch a lazy whale, Catch an oyster by the heel And put him in a pail.
