Buds and flowers of childish life

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY OSCAR PLETSCH. Beautifully Printed in Colours. /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ LONDON: GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS, THE BROADWAY, LUDGATE HILL. NEW YORK: 416, BROOME STREET.
LONDON: LEIGHTON, BROTHERS, MILFORD LANE, STRAND.
Here’s Emily, saying good night, O what a sweet little Miss! She’s not sleepy but dolly is quite, Come dear and give me a kiss.
She’s been running about all the day, She’s had tea with some jam on her bread, There’s a time both for tea and for play, And now it is time for her bed.
My little baby Is so very small That she can scarcely toddle, And can’t speak at all.
But she can stand a-tip-toe, If she can’t walk, And she can look at pictures, Though she can’t talk.
Come little baby, Sit on mother’s knee, She shall look at a pretty book, And then have tea.
Din, din, din, We’re ready to begin. We’re so hungry that we can’t wait.
O what a clatter Of spoon and platter! What’s Mary doing that she’s so late?
Drum, drum, drum, Now she’s come. Look at naughty Ned with his plate upon his head!
Din, din, din, Now we’ll begin. Mary brings the soup and father cuts the bread.