Come, butter, come! Come, butter, come! A little boy down at the gate, With a hot Johnny cake. Come, butter, come! Come, butter, come! JULY 12TH. O, columbine, open your folded wrapper, O, cuckoo pint, toll me the purple clapper JULY 13TH. Come into my boat And row with a spoon; And we'll catch a shark JULY 14TH. One cannot turn a minute, But mischief-there, you're in it; A getting at my books, John, With mighty bustling looks, John. JULY 15TH. One day the sun was warm and bright, And shining in the sky. Cock robin said, "My little dears, 'Tis time you learnt to fly." JULY 16TH. Get your water-proof cloak And umbrella about: 'Tis the east wind that's out, A wet day you will find it. |