Marigold Garden

ON THE WALL TOP

 
Dancing and prancing to town we go,
On the top of the wall of the town we go.
Shall we talk to the stars, or talk to the moon,
Or run along home to our dinner so soon?
 

ON THE WALL TOP

 
So high—so high on the wall we run,
The nearer the sky—why, the nearer the sun,
If you give me one penny, I'll give you two,
For that's the way good neighbours do.
 

TIP-A-TOE

 
Tip-a-Toe,
See them go;
One, two, three—
Chloe, Prue, and me;
Up and down,
To the town.
A Lord was there,
And the Lady fair.
And what did they sing?
Oh, "Ring-a-ding-ding;"
And the Black Crow flew off
With the Lady's Ring.
 

MAMMAS AND BABIES

 
"My Polly is so very good,
Belinda never cries;
My Baby often goes to sleep,
See how she shuts her eyes.
 
 
"Dear Mrs. Lemon tell me when
Belinda goes to school;
And what time does she go to bed?"
"Well, eight o'clock's the rule.
 
 
"But now and then, just for a treat,
I let her wait awhile;
You shake your head—why, wouldn't you?
Do look at Baby's smile!"
 
 
"Dear Mrs. Primrose will you come
One day next week to tea?
Of course bring Rosalinda, and
That darling—Rosalie."
 
 
"Dear Mrs. Cowslip, you are kind;
My little folks, I know,
Will be so very pleased to come;
Dears—tell Mrs. Cowslip so.
 
 
"Oh, do you know—perhaps you've not heard—
She had a dreadful fright;
My Daisy with the measles
Kept me up every night.
 
 
"And then I've been so worried—
Clarissa had a fit;
And the doctor said he couldn't
In the least account for it."
 

MY LITTLE GIRLIE

 
Little girlie tell to me
What your wistful blue eyes see?
Why you like to stand so high,
Looking at the far off sky.
 
 
Does a tiny Fairy flit
In the pretty blue of it?
Or is it that you hope so soon
To see the rising yellow Moon?
 
 
Or is it—as I think I've heard—
You're looking for a little Bird
To come and sit upon a spray,
And sing the summer night away?
 

THE CATS HAVE COME TO TEA

 
What did she see—oh, what did she see,
As she stood leaning against the tree?
Why all the Cats had come to tea.
 
 
What a fine turn out—from round about,
All the houses had let them out,
And here they were with scamper and shout.
 
 
"Mew—mew—mew!" was all they could say,
And, "We hope we find you well to-day."
 
 
Oh, what should she do—oh, what should she do?
What a lot of milk they would get through;
For here they were with "Mew—mew—mew!"
 
 
She didn't know—oh, she didn't know,
If bread and butter they'd like or no;
They might want little mice, oh! oh! oh!
 
 
Dear me—oh, dear me,
All the cats had come to tea.
 

THE TEA PARTY

 
In the pleasant green Garden
We sat down to tea;
"Do you take sugar?" and
"Do you take milk?"
She'd got a new gown on—
A smart one of silk.
We all were so happy
As happy could be,
On that bright Summer's day
When she asked us to tea.