[THE PEG-TOP.]
Spin away, spin away, round and round—
The hum of the top has a merry sound;
The peg-top's journey is just beginning,
Ever so long it will go on spinning.
Up in my hand, or down on the ground,
Still the peg-top goes round and round.
Baby looks on with eyes so bright—
Isn't top spinning a wonderful sight?
[BREAD AND MILK.]
Bread and milk, bread and milk, fit for a king,
Plenty of sugar has been put in;
Mix it up well with a silver spoon,
Wait till it cools, and don't eat it too soon!
Milk and bread, milk and bread, isn't it nice?
Why! the whole basinful's gone in a trice!
Oh! there is many a poor little boy
To whom bread and milk would be a great joy.