Poems

The rabbit

The moon is shining over the field,A little breeze is blowing,
The radish leaves are crisp and green,
The lettuces are growing.

The owl is in the ivy-bush,
With both his eyes a-winking ;
The rabbit shakes his little tail,
And sits him down a-thinking--

"Oh ! where are all the dormice gone ?
And are the frogs a-vooing ?
Will no one come to play with me ?
What are they all a-doing ?"

Poor little rabbit, all alone,
Don't let the master meet you ;
He'll shoot you with his little gun,
And merrily he'll eat you !

I had a little pig

I had a little pig,
I fed him in a through,
he got so fat
and his tail dropped off.

So I got me a hammer,
I got me a nail,
and I made my little pig,
a brand new tail.