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PÓgina 131 - 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!
PÓgina 123 - WHO LIKES THE RAIN? I" SAID the duck, " I call it fun, > For I have my little red rubbers on ; They make a cunning three-toed track In the soft, cool mud. Quack ! Quack ! Quack ! '' " I," cried the dandelion, " I, My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry ; '* And she lifted a towsled yellow head Out of her green and grassy bed.
PÓgina 13 - This little pig went to market. This little pig stayed at home. This little pig had roast beef. This little pig had none. This little pig cried, "Wee, wee!
PÓgina 156 - I'd sit in the middle And hold by both ends; Oh, what a bright cradle 'twould be! I would call to the stars To keep out of the way, Lest we should rock over their toes; And then I would rock Till the dawn of the day, And see where the pretty moon goes.
PÓgina 155 - She was never so cunning before; Her two little horns Are so sharp and so bright, I hope she'll not grow any more.
PÓgina 11 - Pussy Cat Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? I have been to London to see the queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there? I frightened a little mouse under her chair.
PÓgina 140 - At evening when I go to bed I see the stars shine overhead ; They are the little daisies white That dot the meadow of the night.
PÓgina 13 - This little pig had none. This little pig cried wee, wee ! I can't find my way home.
PÓgina 109 - THE sun is gone down, And the moon's in the sky ; But the sun will come up, And the moon be laid by. The flower is asleep, But it is not dead ; When the morning shines, It will lift its head. When winter comes, It will die — no, no ; It will only hide From the frost and snow. Sure is the summer, Sure is the sun ; The night and the winter — Away they run ! UP IN THE TREE.
PÓgina 131 - 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, you...