In my Mummy’s wardrobe, there are lots of
lovely frocks,
I know because I’ve seen them hanging
there;
There’s purple, and there’s orange, and a frilly
one of blue,
And a yellow that is shiny like her hair.
The satin frocks make Mummy look just like a
fairy Queen—
But she can’t cuddle me at all in those—
And when she wears a silken frock, it rustles
like the trees—
But I can’t kiss her ’cos I spoils the bows.
And tho’ I love her pretty dresses, ’cos she
looks so grand,
What I like really best of all to see,
Is when she’s in the garden, wearing just an
overall—
And comes to romp and play about with me.
[THE JOLLY WIND]
“Hurrah!” says the wind, as he sweeps along,
“Three cheers for the sun to-day,
Just look at him shining away in the sky!
Do come along, children, and play!
I’ll fly your kites on the top of the hill,
And I’ll spin the old weather-cock round!
I’ll send your boats sailing away down the
stream,
Till bump! they have all come aground!
Come along while I turn the old windmill about,
And hear how it groans and it creaks;
Just see how I tweak off your bonnets and caps,
And hear all the laughter and shrieks!
I’ll make you run faster than ever before,
I’ll spin you around and about!
Oh, hurry up, children, and come out of school,
Hurrah!” says the wind, with a shout!
[THE WITCH’S BALLOONS]
Opposite the nursery sat a woman old and
brown,
I should think she was the very oldest person
in the town,
She sold balloons to children as they passed
her corner there,
She was very cross and horrid and she had a
nasty stare.