As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveler in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

Jane Taylor

✓ "MOON, SO ROUND AND YELLOW"

Moon, so round and yellow,

Looking from on high,
How I love to see you

Shining in the sky.
Oft and oft I wonder,

When I see you there,
How they get to light you,
Hanging in the air:

Where you go at morning,
When the night is past,
And the sun comes peeping
O'er the hills at last.
Sometime I will watch you

Slyly overhead,

When you think I'm sleeping

Snugly in my bed.

THE COW

Thank you, pretty cow, that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread,

Every day, and every night,

Matthias Barr

Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.

Do not chew the hemlock rank,
Growing on the weedy bank;
But the yellow cowslips eat,
They will make it very sweet.

Where the purple violet grows,
Where the bubbling water flows,
Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there and dine.

THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bade thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?

Ann Taylor

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee;
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.

Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!

William Blake

THE CITY MOUSE AND THE GARDEN MOUSE

The city mouse lives in a house;—

The garden mouse lives in a bower,
He's friendly with the frogs and toads,
And sees the pretty plants in flower.

The city mouse eats bread and cheese;—
The garden mouse eats what he can;
We will not grudge him seeds and stocks,
Poor little timid furry man.

✓

Christina Rossetti

THE CLOCKING HEN

"Will you take a walk with me,
My little wife to-day?
There's barley in the barley-fields,
And hay-seed in the hay."

"Thank you," said the clocking hen;

"I've something else to do;

I'm busy sitting on my eggs,
I cannot walk with you.

"Clock, clock, clock, clock," Said the clocking hen;

"My little chicks will soon be hatched, I'll think about it then."

The clocking hen sat on her nest,

She made it in the hay;

And warm and snug beneath her breast
A dozen white eggs lay.

Crack, crack, went all the eggs;

Out dropped the chickens small!
"Clock," said the clocking hen,
"Now I have you all.

"Come along, my little chicks,
I'll take a walk with you."
"Hallo!" said the barn-door cock,
"Cock-a-doodle-doo."

THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the dog

That worried the cat
That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog

That worried the cat
That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog

That worried the cat
That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn That waked the priest all shaven and shorn That married the man all tattered and torn That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog

That worried the cat
That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn

That kept the cock that crowed in the morn That waked the priest all shaven and shorn That married the man all tattered and torn That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn