Simple Poems for Infant Minds

NEW YORK: KIGGINS & KELLOGG, 123 & 125 William St.


Oh, see our little boat, How prettily it glides; Like a bird it seems to float, Press’d forward by the tides, By the tides.
The sky is shining brightly, The fishes dart below, While our little boat so lightly Leaps onward as we go— As we go.
I would like to be a boat, And live upon the sea; So merrily I’d float, With naught to trouble me— Trouble me.
But should a storm come near, And fill me with alarms, I would row to mother dear— My boat should be her arms, Mother’s arms.

I will write a little story, About a little boy; He is his father’s comfort, He is his mother’s joy.
When we give a little errand, He thinks of what is said, Pulls down his little waistcoat, And holds up his little head.