Five little cookies, placed too near the door—
The little doggie ate one; then there were four.
Four little cookies, brown as brown could be—
Grandma took one for herself, then there were three.
Three little cookies—when grandpa said, “I too,
Would like a very little one”, then there were two.
Two little cookies—fast did Betty run
To give one to her mamma; then there was one.
One little cooky—and now our story is done,
Baby Jane ate the last, then there was none.
OUR BABY
One head with curly hair,
Two arms so fat and bare,
Two hands and one wee nose,
Two feet with ten pink toes,
Skin soft and smooth as silk,
When clean, ’tis white as milk.