A Primer: Day by Day with Sam and May

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Silver, Burdett, 1912
 

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Pàgina 54 - THE WIND I SAW you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass — O wind, a-blowing all day long O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all — O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud...
Pàgina 42 - Rockabye Baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle and all.
Pàgina 112 - THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW he north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then, Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing.
Pàgina 30 - Come, little leaves," said the wind one day, "Come o'er the meadows with me and play, Put on your dresses of red and gold; Summer is gone and the days grow cold." Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all ; Over the brown fields they danced and flew, Singing the soft little songs they knew.
Pàgina 83 - THE SWING HOW do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue ? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do ! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside — Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown — Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down ! XXXIV TIME TO RISE A BIRDIE with a yellow bill Hopped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said : ' Ain't you 'shamed,...
Pàgina 75 - PAT-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man : So I will, master, as fast as I can : Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T, Put in the oven for Tommy and me.
Pàgina 112 - The north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow; And what will the Children do then, poor things ? When lessons are done, they'll jump, skip, and run, And play till they make themselves warm poor things...
Pàgina 85 - HOW do the robins build their nests? Robin Redbreast told me. First a wisp of yellow hay In a pretty round they lay ; Then some shreds of downy floss, Feathers, too, and bits of moss, Woven with a sweet, sweet song, This way, that way, and across ; That's what Robin told me.

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