On my two feet I walk; I run too with ease; With my little tongue I talk I have ten fingers too, And just so many toes; I've a mouth full of teeth, What is this little thing, That can laugh, dance and sing? Do you guess it is I? Eliza Lee Follen. IX GRANDMOTHER'S WISDOM He that would thrive He that hath thriven May lie till seven; And he that by the plough would thrive, Himself must either hold or drive. Cock crows in the morn, To tell us to rise, And he who lies late Will never be wise. For early to bed, And early to rise, A swarm of bees in May As the days grow longer When the days begin to lengthen A sunshiny shower, Won't last half an hour. March winds and April showers Evening red and morning gray When Jacky's a very good boy, He shall have cakes and a custard; But when he does nothing but cry, He shall have nothing but mustard. |