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<h3><SPAN name="pang" id="pang"></SPAN>PINKY, PINKY, PANG</h3> <p class="block16 b4">A tortoise sat on a slippery limb<br/> And played his pinky pang<br/> For a dog-fish friend that called on him,<br/> And this is what he sang:<br/> “Oh, the skies are blue,<br/> And I wait for you<br/> To come where the willows hang,<br/> And dance all night<br/> By the white moonlight<br/> To my pinky, pinky, pang!”</p> <h3><SPAN name="tock" id="tock"></SPAN>TICK, TOCK</h3> <p class="block14 nob">Tick, tock! Tick, tock!<br/> Forty ’leven by the clock.<br/> Tick, tock! Tick, tock!<br/> Put your ear to Grandpa’s ticker,<br/> Like a pancake, only thicker.<br/> Tick, tock! Tick, tock!<br/> Catch a squirrel in half a minute,<br/> Grab a sack and stick him in it.<br/> Tick, tock! Tick, tock!<br/> Mister Bunny feeds on honey,<br/> Tea, and taters—ain’t it funny?<br/> Tick, tock! Tick, tock!<br/> When he goes to bed at night,<br/> Shoves his slippers out of sight;<br/> That is why Old Fox, the sinner,<br/> Had to go without his dinner.<br/> Tick, tock! Tick, tock!<br/> So says Grandpa’s clock.</p> <div class="figcenterb" style="width: 400px;"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-019s.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="521" alt="Illustration 19" title="" /> <span class="caption">TICK, TOCK! TICK, TOCK! FORTY ’LEVEN BY THE CLOCK</span> <br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-019x.jpg"></SPAN></span></div> <div class="figcentert" style="width: 400px;"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-020as.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="373" alt="Illustration 20a" title="" /> <br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-020ax.jpg"></SPAN></span></div> <h3><SPAN name="willow" id="willow"></SPAN>UNDER THE WILLOW</h3> <p class="block19 b4">Put down your pillow under the willow,<br/> Hang up your hat in the sun,<br/> And lie down to snooze as long as you choose,<br/> For the plowing and sowing are done.<br/> <br/> Pick up your pillow from under the willow,<br/> And clamber out into the sun.<br/> Get a fork and a rake for goodness’ sake,<br/> For the harvest time has begun.</p> <h3><SPAN name="mantel" id="mantel"></SPAN>HIGH ON THE MANTEL</h3> <p class="block19 nob">High on the mantel rose a moan—<br/> It came from an idol carved in bone—<br/> “Oh, it’s so lonesome here alone,<br/> With no one near to love me!”<br/> A cautious smile came over the face<br/> Of a pensive maid on a Grecian vase<br/> “Are you sure,” she said, with charming grace,<br/> “There’s no one near to love you?”</p> <div class="figcenterb" style="width: 400px;"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-020bs.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="333" alt="Illustration 20b" title="" /> <br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-020bx.jpg"></SPAN></span></div> <div class="figcentert" style="width: 400px;"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-021s.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="312" alt="Illustration 21" title="" /> <br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-021x.jpg"></SPAN></span></div> <h3><SPAN name="boots" id="boots"></SPAN>BOOTS, BOOTS, BOOTS</h3> <p class="block14 b4">Buster’s got a popper gun,<br/> A reg’lar one that shoots,<br/> And Teddy’s got an engine<br/> With a whistler that toots.<br/> But I’ve got something finer yet—<br/> A pair of rubber boots.<br/> Oh, it’s boots, boots, boots,<br/> A pair of rubber boots!<br/> I could walk from here to China<br/> In a pair of rubber boots.</p> <div class="figcentert" style="width: 400px;"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-022as.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="463" alt="Illustration 22a" title="" /> <br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-022ax.jpg"></SPAN></span></div> <h3><SPAN name="fly" id="fly"></SPAN>BUTTERFLY</h3> <p class="block11 b4">Butterfly, butterfly,<br/> Sit on my chin,<br/> Your wings are like tinsel,<br/> So yellow and thin.<br/> <br/> Butterfly, butterfly,<br/> Give me a kiss;<br/> If you give me a dozen<br/> There’s nothing amiss.<br/> <br/> Butterfly, butterfly,<br/> Off to the flowers,—<br/> Wee, soulless sprite<br/> Of the long summer hours.</p> <h3><SPAN name="sea" id="sea"></SPAN>BEELA BY THE SEA</h3> <p class="block14 nob">Catch a floater, catch an eel,<br/> Catch a lazy whale,<br/> Catch an oyster by the heel<br/> And put him in a pail.<br/> There’s lots of work for Uncle Ike,<br/> Fatty Ford and me<br/> All day long and half the night<br/> At Beela by the sea.</p> <div class="figcenterb" style="width: 400px;"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-022bs.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="559" alt="Illustration 22b" title="" /> <br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-022bx.jpg"></SPAN></span></div> <h3><SPAN name="taste" id="taste"></SPAN>A MATTER OF TASTE</h3> <p class="block19 b4">“Thank you, dear,” said the big black ant,<br/> “I’d like to go home with you now, but I can’t.<br/> I have to hurry and milk my cows—<br/> The aphid herds on the aster boughs.”<br/> And the ladybug said: “No doubt it’s fine,<br/> This milk you get from your curious kine,<br/> But you know quite well it’s my belief<br/> Your cows are best when turned to beef.”</p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />

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