Fiddledee diddledee dido,
The dog ran off to hide, O;
He'll bark and squeak,
But never speak—
There's no use in asking Fido.
THE STARS AND THE BABIES.
When the stars go to sleep,
The babies awake,
And they prattle and sparkle all day;
Then the stars light their lamps,
And their playtime they take,
While the babies are sleeping away.
So good night, little baby,
And shut up your eyes;
Let the stars now have their turn at play;
They soon will begin
To shoot through the skies,
And dance in the bright milky way.
No, no, my dear nurse,
I cannot go to sleep;
Since you've put the thought into my head,
Let us have with the stars
One game at bo-peep;
Then good night, and a kiss, and to bed.
KITTY IN THE BASKET.
"Where is my little basket gone?"
Said Charlie boy one day;
"I guess some little boy or girl
Has taken it away."
"And Kitty too, I can't find her;
O, dear! what shall I do?
I wish I could my basket find,
And little Kitty too."
"I'll go to mother's room and look;
Perhaps she may be there,
For Kitty loves to take a nap
In mother's easy chair."
"O mother! mother! come and look!
See what a little heap!
My Kitty's in the basket here,
All cuddled down to sleep."