I THE PALACE PLAYTIME Follow Me! Children go To and fro, In a merry, pretty row, "Tis a happy sight, Swiftly turning round and round, Never look upon the ground; Follow me, Work is done, Play's begun; Now we have our laugh and fun; Happy days, Pretty plays, And no naughty ways. Holding fast each other's hand, Follow me, Birds are free; So are we; And we live as happily. Work we do, Study too, For we learn "Twice two "; Follow me, Full of glee, Singing merrily. Eliza Lee Follen. The Baby's Birthday Come, Charles, blow the trumpet, And George, beat the drum, For this is the baby's birthday! And Jemmy shall dance, And father the jews-harp will play. Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re. Come toss up the ball, And spin the hum top; We'll have a grand frolic to-day; Let's make some soap bubbles, And see what the baby will say. We'll play the grand Mufti; The tallest the Mufti shall play; And see what he does, And mind what the Mufti shall say. Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re. And now we'll play soldiers; All hold up your heads! Don't you know 'tis the baby's birthday? You must turn out your toes, And toss your feet high; There! this, boys and girls, is the way. Rad-er-er too tan-da-ro te Rad-er-er tad-or-er tan do re. Eliza Lee Follen. Counting Out Intery, mintery, cutery-corn, Sit and sing by a spring, A Tea-Party You see, merry Phillis, that dear little maid, Her nice little garden is shaded by trees,- There's a cake full of plums, there are strawberries too, And the table is set on the green; I'm fond of a carpet all daisies and grass,- A blackbird (yes, blackbirds delight in warm weather,) Is flitting from yonder high spray; He sees the two little ones talking together, No wonder the blackbird is gay. Kate Greenaway. |