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Appley Dapply’s
Nursery Rhymes
( 1917 )
Appley Dapply,
a little brown mouse,
Goes to the cupboard
in somebody’s house.
In somebody’s cupboard
There’s everything nice,
Cake, cheese, jam, biscuits,
—All charming for mice!
Appley Dapply
has little sharp eyes.
And Appley Dapply
is so fond of pies!
Now who is this knocking
at Cottontail’s door?
Tap tappit! Tap tappit!
She’s heard it before?
And when she peeps out
there is nobodv there,
But a present of carrots
put down on the stair.
Hark! I hear it again!
Tap, tap, tappit! Tap tappit!
Why — I really believe
it’s a little black rabbit
Old Mr. Pricklepin
has never a cushion
to stick his pins in,
His nose is black and his
beard is gray,
And he lives in an ash stump
over the way.
You know the old woman
who lived in a shoe?
And had so many children
She didn’t know what to do?
I think if she lived in
a little shoe-house—
That little old woman
was surely a mouse!
Diggory Diggory Delvet!
A little old man in black velvet;
He digs and he delves—
You can see for yourselves
The mounds dug by Diggory Delvet.
Gravy and potatoes
in a good brown pot—
Put them in the oven,
and serve them verv hot!
There once was an amiable
guinea-pig,
Who brushed back his hair like
a periwig—
He wore a sweet tie,
As blue as the sky—
And his whiskers and buttons
Were very big.
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LITTLE PETER
IN
NEW ZEALAND
Cecily Parsley’s
Nursery Rhymes
( 1922 )
Cecily Parsley
lived in a pen,
And brewed good ale
for gentlemen;
Gentlemen
came every day,
Till Cecily Parsley
ran away.
Goosey, goosey, gander,
Whither will you wander?
Upstairs and downstairs,
And in my lady’s chamber!
This pig went to market;
This pig stayed at home;
This pig had a bit of meat;
And this pig had none;
This little pig cried
Wee! wee! wee!
I can’t find my way home.
Pussy-cat sits by the fire;
How should she be fair?
In walks the little dog,
Says “Pussy! are you there?”
“How do you do, Mistress Pussy?
Mistress Pussy, how do you do?”
“I thank you kindly, little dog,
I fare as well as you!”
Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run!
They all run after the farmer’s wife,
And she cut off their tails
with a carving knife,
Did ever you see such a thing
in your life
As three blind mice!
Bow, wow, wow!
Whose dog art thou?
“I’m little Tom Tinker’s dog,
Bow, wow, wow!”
We have a little garden,
A garden of our own,
And every day we water there
The seeds that we have sown.