I am Little-Oh-Dear. My papa made this garden for me. There are many kinds of flowers in it. Some flowers are blue. Some are red, and some are violet. When I come into this garden, the flowers all nod their heads to me. I love the bird that sings in the tree. The bird's song is, "I love "I love you— I love you, Little-Oh-Dear!" 68 THE RIDE TO BUMPVILLE Play that my knee was a calico mare I hope you'll be sure to sit fast in your seat, This calico mare both gallops and trots And sometimes this strangely mercurial steed She's scared of the cars when the engine goes "Toot!" Down by the crossing at Bumpville; You'd better look out for that treacherous brute Bearing you off to Bumpville! With a snort she rears up on her hindermost heels, And executes jigs and Virginia reels— Words fail to explain how embarrassed one feels Dancing so wildly to Bumpville! It's bumpytybump and it's jiggytyjog, Journeying on to Bumpville; It's over the hilltop and down through the bog You ride on your way to Bumpville; It's rattletybang over boulder and stump, There are rivers to ford, there are fences to jump, And the corduroy road it goes bumpytybump, Mile after mile to Bumpville! Perhaps you'll observe it's no easy thing Making the journey to Bumpville, So I think, on the whole, it were prudent to bring An end to this ride to Bumpville; For, though she has uttered no protest or plaint, The calico mare must be blowing and faintWhat's more to the point, I'm blowed if I ain't! So play we have got to Bumpville! This is the way we go to Bumpville. The road to Bumpville is a rough road. It goes over fences and stumps. The reins are mother's arms. Sometimes the horse stops still and will not go. But when the engine says "Toot," the horse rears and jumps. She prances and dances and tosses her head, until I almost tumble off. Then she gallops and trots, bumpytybump, jiggityjog, until we get to Bumpville. NIGHTFALL IN DORDRECHT The mill goes toiling slowly around With steady and solemn creak, And my little one hears in the kindly sound While round and round those big white wings |