As soon as I become a man I'll have a pie as tall as you, With doors and windows like a house And lined with plums all through and through. FEBRUARY 13TH. "O, you don't suppose," says Dicky Dear, That maybe there won't be flowers this year?" "O, nobody knows," says Tommy Jinks, Nobody knows what the weather thinks." FEBRUARY 14TH. There is something you want? Ah, that is true, There is something I want. Shall I cry with you? What do I want? Why, the first spring rose; FEBRUARY 15TH. Nelly's eyes are blue as the sky, FEBRUARY 16TH. Say, papa, I want you to listen, So lay down your newspaper, please; Sister Mary has just been a-saying That the moon is made of green cheese. FEBRUARY 17TH. Going tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, Hold it up to the baby's ear! Tick-tick-tick-does the baby hear? |