James and His Mother
James and his motherThey loved one another,And they went to walk one day;And as they were walking,And laughing and talking,They saw some boys at play.
“Let me go; let me run;Let me see all the fun!”Said little James then to his mother;“Hear them laugh, hear them shout,See them tumbling about,And jumping one over the other.”
“Pray let me go too,O dear mother, do!”And Jemmie ran off to the boys;He kicked, and he thumped,He laughed and he jumped,He shouted and made a great noise.
But James was so smallThat he soon got a fall,And tumbled down into a hole;He was not much hurt,But covered with dirt—There Jemmie lay rubbing his poll.
His mother soon ranTo her dear little man,Holding out to him both of her hands;And now on the ground,All safe and all sound,By the side of his mother he stands.
“Never mind,” said his mother;And they kissed one another;“Never mind, though you cut such a figure;For Jemmie shall playWith the boys some day,When he has grown older and bigger.”
MASTER JOHNNY GOING TO RIDE.
Why, here’s Master Johnny;He’s taking a rideOn good Mrs. Donkey,With her colt by her side.
Go softly, Ma’am Donkey,And be sure not to trip;And Johnny, you monkey,Take care of your whip.
O, LOOK AT THE MOON.
O, look at the moon!She is shining up there;O mother, she looksLike a lamp in the air.
Last week she was smaller,And shaped like a bow;But now she’s grown bigger,And round as an O.
Pretty moon, pretty moon,How you shine on the door,And make it all brightOn my nursery floor!
You shine on my playthings,And show me their place,And I love to look upAt your pretty bright face.
And there is a starClose by you, and may beThat small twinkling starIs your little baby.