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Title: Under the TreeAuthor: Elizabeth Madox RobertsRelease date: March 26, 2007 [eBook #20909]Language: EnglishCredits: Produced by David Garcia and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheKentuckiana Digital Library)
Title: Under the Tree
Author: Elizabeth Madox Roberts
Author: Elizabeth Madox Roberts
Release date: March 26, 2007 [eBook #20909]
Language: English
Credits: Produced by David Garcia and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheKentuckiana Digital Library)
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UNDER THE TREE
And over and over I tried to seeSome of us walking under the tree,
And how it looks when I am there.
FromOn the Hill
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Certain of these poems have appeared inThe Atlantic Monthly,The University Record(the University of Chicago),Poetry, a Magazine of Verse,Child Life, and thePhoenix. The author thanks the editors of these journals for the privilege of reprinting.
THE SKY
I saw a shadow on the groundAnd heard a bluejay going by;A shadow went across the ground,And I looked up and saw the sky.It hung up on the poplar tree,But while I looked it did not stay;It gave a tiny sort of jerkAnd moved a little bit away.And farther on and farther onIt moved and never seemed to stop.I think it must be tied with chainsAnd something pulls it from the top.It never has come down again,And every time I look to see,The sky is always slipping backAnd getting far away from me.
I saw a shadow on the groundAnd heard a bluejay going by;A shadow went across the ground,And I looked up and saw the sky.
I saw a shadow on the ground
And heard a bluejay going by;
A shadow went across the ground,
And I looked up and saw the sky.
It hung up on the poplar tree,But while I looked it did not stay;It gave a tiny sort of jerkAnd moved a little bit away.
It hung up on the poplar tree,
But while I looked it did not stay;
It gave a tiny sort of jerk
And moved a little bit away.
And farther on and farther onIt moved and never seemed to stop.I think it must be tied with chainsAnd something pulls it from the top.
And farther on and farther on
It moved and never seemed to stop.
I think it must be tied with chains
And something pulls it from the top.
It never has come down again,And every time I look to see,The sky is always slipping backAnd getting far away from me.
It never has come down again,
And every time I look to see,
The sky is always slipping back
And getting far away from me.
THE CORNFIELD
I went across the pasture lotWhen not a one was watching me.Away beyond the cattle barnsI climbed a little crooked tree.And I could look down on the fieldAnd see the corn and how it growsAcross the world and up and downIn very straight and even rows.And far away and far away—I wonder if the farmer manKnows all about the corn and howIt comes together like a fan.
I went across the pasture lotWhen not a one was watching me.Away beyond the cattle barnsI climbed a little crooked tree.
I went across the pasture lot
When not a one was watching me.
Away beyond the cattle barns
I climbed a little crooked tree.
And I could look down on the fieldAnd see the corn and how it growsAcross the world and up and downIn very straight and even rows.
And I could look down on the field
And see the corn and how it grows
Across the world and up and down
In very straight and even rows.
And far away and far away—I wonder if the farmer manKnows all about the corn and howIt comes together like a fan.
And far away and far away—
I wonder if the farmer man
Knows all about the corn and how
It comes together like a fan.
MILKING TIME
When supper time is almost come,But not quite here, I cannot wait,And so I take my china mugAnd go down by the milking gate.The cow is always eating shucksAnd spilling off the little silk.Her purple eyes are big and soft—She always smells like milk.And Father takes my mug from me,And then he makes the stream come out.I see it going in my mugAnd foaming all about.And when it's piling very high,And when some little streams commenceTo run and drip along the sides,He hands it to me through the fence.
When supper time is almost come,But not quite here, I cannot wait,And so I take my china mugAnd go down by the milking gate.
When supper time is almost come,
But not quite here, I cannot wait,
And so I take my china mug
And go down by the milking gate.
The cow is always eating shucksAnd spilling off the little silk.Her purple eyes are big and soft—She always smells like milk.
The cow is always eating shucks
And spilling off the little silk.
Her purple eyes are big and soft—
She always smells like milk.
And Father takes my mug from me,And then he makes the stream come out.I see it going in my mugAnd foaming all about.
And Father takes my mug from me,
And then he makes the stream come out.
I see it going in my mug
And foaming all about.
And when it's piling very high,And when some little streams commenceTo run and drip along the sides,He hands it to me through the fence.
And when it's piling very high,
And when some little streams commence
To run and drip along the sides,
He hands it to me through the fence.
IN MY PILLOW
When Mother or Father turns down the light,I like to look into my pillow at night.Some people call them dreams, but for meThey are things I look down in my pillow and see.I saw some birds, as many as four,That were all blue wings and nothing else more.Without any head and without any feet,Just blue wings flying over a street.And almost every night I seeA little brown bowl that can talk to me,A nice little bowl that laughs and sings,And ever so many other things.Sometimes they are plainer than I can say,And while I am waking they go away.And when nobody is coming by,I feel my pillow all over and tryAnd try to feel the pretty things,The little brown bowl and the flying wings.
When Mother or Father turns down the light,I like to look into my pillow at night.
When Mother or Father turns down the light,
I like to look into my pillow at night.
Some people call them dreams, but for meThey are things I look down in my pillow and see.
Some people call them dreams, but for me
They are things I look down in my pillow and see.
I saw some birds, as many as four,That were all blue wings and nothing else more.
I saw some birds, as many as four,
That were all blue wings and nothing else more.
Without any head and without any feet,Just blue wings flying over a street.
Without any head and without any feet,
Just blue wings flying over a street.
And almost every night I seeA little brown bowl that can talk to me,
And almost every night I see
A little brown bowl that can talk to me,
A nice little bowl that laughs and sings,And ever so many other things.
A nice little bowl that laughs and sings,
And ever so many other things.
Sometimes they are plainer than I can say,And while I am waking they go away.
Sometimes they are plainer than I can say,
And while I am waking they go away.
And when nobody is coming by,I feel my pillow all over and try
And when nobody is coming by,
I feel my pillow all over and try
And try to feel the pretty things,The little brown bowl and the flying wings.
And try to feel the pretty things,
The little brown bowl and the flying wings.
MISS KATE-MARIE
And it was Sunday everywhere,And Father pinned a rose on meAnd said he guessed he'd better takeMe down to see Miss Kate-Marie.And when I went it all turned outTo be a Sunday school, and thereMiss Kate-Marie was very goodAnd let me stand beside her chair.Her hat was made of yellow lace;Her dress was very soft and thin,And when she talked her little tongueWas always wriggling out and in.I liked to smell my pretty rose;I liked to feel her silky dress.She held a very little bookAnd asked the things for us to guess.She asked about Who-made-y-God,And never seemed to fuss or frown;I liked to watch her little tongueAnd see it wriggle up and down.
And it was Sunday everywhere,And Father pinned a rose on meAnd said he guessed he'd better takeMe down to see Miss Kate-Marie.
And it was Sunday everywhere,
And Father pinned a rose on me
And said he guessed he'd better take
Me down to see Miss Kate-Marie.
And when I went it all turned outTo be a Sunday school, and thereMiss Kate-Marie was very goodAnd let me stand beside her chair.
And when I went it all turned out
To be a Sunday school, and there
Miss Kate-Marie was very good
And let me stand beside her chair.
Her hat was made of yellow lace;Her dress was very soft and thin,And when she talked her little tongueWas always wriggling out and in.
Her hat was made of yellow lace;
Her dress was very soft and thin,
And when she talked her little tongue
Was always wriggling out and in.
I liked to smell my pretty rose;I liked to feel her silky dress.She held a very little bookAnd asked the things for us to guess.
I liked to smell my pretty rose;
I liked to feel her silky dress.
She held a very little book
And asked the things for us to guess.
She asked about Who-made-y-God,And never seemed to fuss or frown;I liked to watch her little tongueAnd see it wriggle up and down.
She asked about Who-made-y-God,
And never seemed to fuss or frown;
I liked to watch her little tongue
And see it wriggle up and down.
THE WOODPECKER
The woodpecker pecked out a little round holeAnd made him a house in the telephone pole.One day when I watched he poked out his head,And he had on a hood and a collar of red.When the streams of rain pour out of the sky,And the sparkles of lightning go flashing by,And the big, big wheels of thunder roll,He can snuggle back in the telephone pole.
The woodpecker pecked out a little round holeAnd made him a house in the telephone pole.
The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole
And made him a house in the telephone pole.
One day when I watched he poked out his head,And he had on a hood and a collar of red.
One day when I watched he poked out his head,
And he had on a hood and a collar of red.
When the streams of rain pour out of the sky,And the sparkles of lightning go flashing by,
When the streams of rain pour out of the sky,
And the sparkles of lightning go flashing by,
And the big, big wheels of thunder roll,He can snuggle back in the telephone pole.
And the big, big wheels of thunder roll,
He can snuggle back in the telephone pole.
THE STAR(A Song)
O little one away so far,You cannot hear me when I sing.You cannot tell me what you are,I cannot tell you anything.
O little one away so far,You cannot hear me when I sing.
O little one away so far,
You cannot hear me when I sing.
You cannot tell me what you are,I cannot tell you anything.
You cannot tell me what you are,
I cannot tell you anything.
THE BUTTERBEAN TENT
All through the garden I went and went,And I walked in under the butterbean tent.The poles leaned up like a good tepeeAnd made a nice little house for me.I had a hard brown clod for a seat,And all outside was a cool green street.A little green worm and a butterflyAnd a cricket-like thing that could hop went by.Hidden away there were flocks and flocksOf bugs that could go like little clocks.Such a good day it was when I spentA long, long while in the butterbean tent.
All through the garden I went and went,And I walked in under the butterbean tent.
All through the garden I went and went,
And I walked in under the butterbean tent.
The poles leaned up like a good tepeeAnd made a nice little house for me.
The poles leaned up like a good tepee
And made a nice little house for me.
I had a hard brown clod for a seat,And all outside was a cool green street.
I had a hard brown clod for a seat,
And all outside was a cool green street.
A little green worm and a butterflyAnd a cricket-like thing that could hop went by.
A little green worm and a butterfly
And a cricket-like thing that could hop went by.
Hidden away there were flocks and flocksOf bugs that could go like little clocks.
Hidden away there were flocks and flocks
Of bugs that could go like little clocks.
Such a good day it was when I spentA long, long while in the butterbean tent.
Such a good day it was when I spent
A long, long while in the butterbean tent.
BIG BROTHER
Our brother Clarence goes to school.He has a slate and a blue school-bag.He has a book and a copybookAnd a scholar's companion and a little slate rag.He knows a boy named Joe B. Kirk,And he learns about c-a-t cat,And how to play one-two-sky-blue,And how to make a football out of a hat.We climb up on the fence and gateAnd watch until he's small and dim,Far up the street, and he looks backTo see if we keep on watching him.
Our brother Clarence goes to school.He has a slate and a blue school-bag.He has a book and a copybookAnd a scholar's companion and a little slate rag.
Our brother Clarence goes to school.
He has a slate and a blue school-bag.
He has a book and a copybook
And a scholar's companion and a little slate rag.
He knows a boy named Joe B. Kirk,And he learns about c-a-t cat,And how to play one-two-sky-blue,And how to make a football out of a hat.
He knows a boy named Joe B. Kirk,
And he learns about c-a-t cat,
And how to play one-two-sky-blue,
And how to make a football out of a hat.
We climb up on the fence and gateAnd watch until he's small and dim,Far up the street, and he looks backTo see if we keep on watching him.
We climb up on the fence and gate
And watch until he's small and dim,
Far up the street, and he looks back
To see if we keep on watching him.
MR. WELLS
On Sunday morning, then he comesTo church, and everybody smellsThe blacking and the toilet soapAnd camphor balls from Mr. Wells.He wears his whiskers in a bunch,And wears his glasses on his head.I mustn't call him Old Man Wells—No matter—that's what Father said.And when the little blacking smellsAnd camphor balls and soap begin,I do not have to look to knowThat Mr. Wells is coming in.
On Sunday morning, then he comesTo church, and everybody smellsThe blacking and the toilet soapAnd camphor balls from Mr. Wells.
On Sunday morning, then he comes
To church, and everybody smells
The blacking and the toilet soap
And camphor balls from Mr. Wells.
He wears his whiskers in a bunch,And wears his glasses on his head.I mustn't call him Old Man Wells—No matter—that's what Father said.
He wears his whiskers in a bunch,
And wears his glasses on his head.
I mustn't call him Old Man Wells—
No matter—that's what Father said.
And when the little blacking smellsAnd camphor balls and soap begin,I do not have to look to knowThat Mr. Wells is coming in.
And when the little blacking smells
And camphor balls and soap begin,
I do not have to look to know
That Mr. Wells is coming in.
DICK AND WILL
Our brother says that Will was bornThe very day that Dickie came;When one is four the other is,And all their birthdays are the same.Their coats and waists are just alike;They have their hats together, too.They sleep together in one bed,And Will can put on Dickie's shoe.But they are not the same at all;Two different boys they have to be,For Dick can play in Mother's roomWhen Will is climbing in a tree.Or maybe Will is on the porchTo cry because he stubbed his toe,And Dick is laughing by the gateAnd watching ants go in a row.
Our brother says that Will was bornThe very day that Dickie came;When one is four the other is,And all their birthdays are the same.
Our brother says that Will was born
The very day that Dickie came;
When one is four the other is,
And all their birthdays are the same.
Their coats and waists are just alike;They have their hats together, too.They sleep together in one bed,And Will can put on Dickie's shoe.
Their coats and waists are just alike;
They have their hats together, too.
They sleep together in one bed,
And Will can put on Dickie's shoe.
But they are not the same at all;Two different boys they have to be,For Dick can play in Mother's roomWhen Will is climbing in a tree.
But they are not the same at all;
Two different boys they have to be,
For Dick can play in Mother's room
When Will is climbing in a tree.
Or maybe Will is on the porchTo cry because he stubbed his toe,And Dick is laughing by the gateAnd watching ants go in a row.
Or maybe Will is on the porch
To cry because he stubbed his toe,
And Dick is laughing by the gate
And watching ants go in a row.
THE PILASTER
The church has pieces jutting outWhere corners of the walls begin.I have one for my little house,And I can feel myself go in.I feel myself go in the bricks,And I can see myself in there.I'm always waiting all alone,I'm sitting on a little chair.And I am sitting very still,And I am waiting on and onFor something that is never there,For something that is gone.
The church has pieces jutting outWhere corners of the walls begin.I have one for my little house,And I can feel myself go in.
The church has pieces jutting out
Where corners of the walls begin.
I have one for my little house,
And I can feel myself go in.
I feel myself go in the bricks,And I can see myself in there.I'm always waiting all alone,I'm sitting on a little chair.
I feel myself go in the bricks,
And I can see myself in there.
I'm always waiting all alone,
I'm sitting on a little chair.
And I am sitting very still,And I am waiting on and onFor something that is never there,For something that is gone.
And I am sitting very still,
And I am waiting on and on
For something that is never there,
For something that is gone.
FIREFLY(A Song)
A little light is going by,Is going up to see the sky,A little light with wings.I never could have thought of it,To have a little bug all litAnd made to go on wings.
A little light is going by,Is going up to see the sky,A little light with wings.
A little light is going by,
Is going up to see the sky,
A little light with wings.
I never could have thought of it,To have a little bug all litAnd made to go on wings.
I never could have thought of it,
To have a little bug all lit
And made to go on wings.
LITTLE RAIN
When I was making myself a gameUp in the garden, a little rain came.It fell down quick in a sort of rush,And I crawled back under the snowball bush.I could hear the big drops hit the groundAnd see little puddles of dust fly round.A chicken came till the rain was gone;He had just a very few feathers on.He shivered a little under his skin,And then he shut his eyeballs in.Even after the rain had begun to hushIt kept on raining up in the bush.One big flat drop came sliding down,And a ladybug that was red and brownWas up on a little stem waiting there,And I got some rain in my hair.
When I was making myself a gameUp in the garden, a little rain came.
When I was making myself a game
Up in the garden, a little rain came.
It fell down quick in a sort of rush,And I crawled back under the snowball bush.
It fell down quick in a sort of rush,
And I crawled back under the snowball bush.
I could hear the big drops hit the groundAnd see little puddles of dust fly round.
I could hear the big drops hit the ground
And see little puddles of dust fly round.
A chicken came till the rain was gone;He had just a very few feathers on.
A chicken came till the rain was gone;
He had just a very few feathers on.
He shivered a little under his skin,And then he shut his eyeballs in.
He shivered a little under his skin,
And then he shut his eyeballs in.
Even after the rain had begun to hushIt kept on raining up in the bush.
Even after the rain had begun to hush
It kept on raining up in the bush.
One big flat drop came sliding down,And a ladybug that was red and brown
One big flat drop came sliding down,
And a ladybug that was red and brown
Was up on a little stem waiting there,And I got some rain in my hair.
Was up on a little stem waiting there,
And I got some rain in my hair.
THE PULPIT
On Sunday when I go to churchI wear my dress that's trimmed with lace.I sit beside my mother andAm very quiet in my place.When Dr. Brown is reading hymnsTo make the people want to sing,Or when he preaches loud and makesThe shivery bells begin to ring,I watch the little pulpit house—It isn't very tall or wide—And then I wonder all aboutThe little ones that live inside.When Dr. Brown has preached enough,And when he is about to stop,He stands behind the little houseAnd shuts the Bible on the top.I wonder iftheysit inside,And iftheycook and walk up stairs.I wonder iftheyhave a catAnd say some kind of little prayers.I wonder ifthey'reever scaredBecause the bedroom lamp goes out,And what their little dreams are likeAnd whattheywonder all about.
On Sunday when I go to churchI wear my dress that's trimmed with lace.I sit beside my mother andAm very quiet in my place.
On Sunday when I go to church
I wear my dress that's trimmed with lace.
I sit beside my mother and
Am very quiet in my place.
When Dr. Brown is reading hymnsTo make the people want to sing,Or when he preaches loud and makesThe shivery bells begin to ring,
When Dr. Brown is reading hymns
To make the people want to sing,
Or when he preaches loud and makes
The shivery bells begin to ring,
I watch the little pulpit house—It isn't very tall or wide—And then I wonder all aboutThe little ones that live inside.
I watch the little pulpit house—
It isn't very tall or wide—
And then I wonder all about
The little ones that live inside.
When Dr. Brown has preached enough,And when he is about to stop,He stands behind the little houseAnd shuts the Bible on the top.
When Dr. Brown has preached enough,
And when he is about to stop,
He stands behind the little house
And shuts the Bible on the top.
I wonder iftheysit inside,And iftheycook and walk up stairs.I wonder iftheyhave a catAnd say some kind of little prayers.
I wonder iftheysit inside,
And iftheycook and walk up stairs.
I wonder iftheyhave a cat
And say some kind of little prayers.
I wonder ifthey'reever scaredBecause the bedroom lamp goes out,And what their little dreams are likeAnd whattheywonder all about.
I wonder ifthey'reever scared
Because the bedroom lamp goes out,
And what their little dreams are like
And whattheywonder all about.
ON THE HILL
Mother said that we could goUp on the hill where the strawberries grow.And while I was there I looked all down,Over the trees and over the town.I saw the field where the big boys play,And the roads that come from every way,The courthouse place where the wagons stop,And the bridge and the scales and the blacksmith shop.The church steeple looked very tall and thin,And I found the house that we live in.I saw it under the poplar tree,And I bent my head and tried to seeOur house when the rain is over it,And how it looks when the lamps are lit.I saw the swing from up on the hill,The ropes were hanging very still.And over and over I tried to seeSome of us walking under the tree,And the children playing everywhere,And how it looks when I am there.But Dickie said, "Come on, let's race";And Will had found the strawberry place.
Mother said that we could goUp on the hill where the strawberries grow.
Mother said that we could go
Up on the hill where the strawberries grow.
And while I was there I looked all down,Over the trees and over the town.
And while I was there I looked all down,
Over the trees and over the town.
I saw the field where the big boys play,And the roads that come from every way,
I saw the field where the big boys play,
And the roads that come from every way,
The courthouse place where the wagons stop,And the bridge and the scales and the blacksmith shop.
The courthouse place where the wagons stop,
And the bridge and the scales and the blacksmith shop.
The church steeple looked very tall and thin,And I found the house that we live in.
The church steeple looked very tall and thin,
And I found the house that we live in.
I saw it under the poplar tree,And I bent my head and tried to see
I saw it under the poplar tree,
And I bent my head and tried to see
Our house when the rain is over it,And how it looks when the lamps are lit.
Our house when the rain is over it,
And how it looks when the lamps are lit.
I saw the swing from up on the hill,The ropes were hanging very still.
I saw the swing from up on the hill,
The ropes were hanging very still.
And over and over I tried to seeSome of us walking under the tree,
And over and over I tried to see
Some of us walking under the tree,
And the children playing everywhere,And how it looks when I am there.
And the children playing everywhere,
And how it looks when I am there.
But Dickie said, "Come on, let's race";And Will had found the strawberry place.
But Dickie said, "Come on, let's race";
And Will had found the strawberry place.
AUTUMN
Dick and Will and Charles and IWere playing it was election day,And I was running for president,And Dick was a band that was going to play,And Charles and Will were a street parade,But Clarence came and said that heWas going to run for president,And I could run for school-trustee.He made some flags for Charles and WillAnd a badge to go on Dickie's coat.He stood some cornstalks by the fenceAnd had them for the men that vote.Then he climbed on a box and made a speechTo the cornstalk men that were in a row.It was all about the dem-o-crats,And "I de-fy any man to show."And "I de-fy any man to say."And all about "It's a big disgrace."He spoke his speech out very loudAnd shook his fist in a cornstalk's face.
Dick and Will and Charles and IWere playing it was election day,And I was running for president,And Dick was a band that was going to play,
Dick and Will and Charles and I
Were playing it was election day,
And I was running for president,
And Dick was a band that was going to play,
And Charles and Will were a street parade,But Clarence came and said that heWas going to run for president,And I could run for school-trustee.
And Charles and Will were a street parade,
But Clarence came and said that he
Was going to run for president,
And I could run for school-trustee.
He made some flags for Charles and WillAnd a badge to go on Dickie's coat.He stood some cornstalks by the fenceAnd had them for the men that vote.
He made some flags for Charles and Will
And a badge to go on Dickie's coat.
He stood some cornstalks by the fence
And had them for the men that vote.
Then he climbed on a box and made a speechTo the cornstalk men that were in a row.It was all about the dem-o-crats,And "I de-fy any man to show."
Then he climbed on a box and made a speech
To the cornstalk men that were in a row.
It was all about the dem-o-crats,
And "I de-fy any man to show."
And "I de-fy any man to say."And all about "It's a big disgrace."He spoke his speech out very loudAnd shook his fist in a cornstalk's face.
And "I de-fy any man to say."
And all about "It's a big disgrace."
He spoke his speech out very loud
And shook his fist in a cornstalk's face.
THE RABBIT
When they said the time to hide was mine,I hid back under a thick grape vine.And while I was still for the time to pass,A little gray thing came out of the grass.He hopped his way through the melon bedAnd sat down close by a cabbage head.He sat down close where I could see,And his big still eyes looked hard at me,His big eyes bursting out of the rim,And I looked back very hard at him.
When they said the time to hide was mine,I hid back under a thick grape vine.
When they said the time to hide was mine,
I hid back under a thick grape vine.
And while I was still for the time to pass,A little gray thing came out of the grass.
And while I was still for the time to pass,
A little gray thing came out of the grass.
He hopped his way through the melon bedAnd sat down close by a cabbage head.
He hopped his way through the melon bed
And sat down close by a cabbage head.
He sat down close where I could see,And his big still eyes looked hard at me,
He sat down close where I could see,
And his big still eyes looked hard at me,
His big eyes bursting out of the rim,And I looked back very hard at him.
His big eyes bursting out of the rim,
And I looked back very hard at him.
CRESCENT MOON
And Dick said, "Look what I have found!"And when we saw we danced around,And made our feet just tip the ground.We skipped our toes and sang, "Oh-lo.Oh-who, oh-who, oh what do you know!Oh-who, oh-hi, oh-loo, kee-lo!"We clapped our hands and sang, "Oh-ee!"It made us jump and laugh to seeThe little new moon above the tree.
And Dick said, "Look what I have found!"And when we saw we danced around,And made our feet just tip the ground.
And Dick said, "Look what I have found!"
And when we saw we danced around,
And made our feet just tip the ground.
We skipped our toes and sang, "Oh-lo.Oh-who, oh-who, oh what do you know!Oh-who, oh-hi, oh-loo, kee-lo!"
We skipped our toes and sang, "Oh-lo.
Oh-who, oh-who, oh what do you know!
Oh-who, oh-hi, oh-loo, kee-lo!"
We clapped our hands and sang, "Oh-ee!"It made us jump and laugh to seeThe little new moon above the tree.
We clapped our hands and sang, "Oh-ee!"
It made us jump and laugh to see
The little new moon above the tree.
FATHER'S STORY
We put more coal on the big red fire,And while we are waiting for dinner to cook,Our father comes and tells us aboutA story that he has read in a book.And Charles and Will and Dick and IAnd all of us but Clarence are there.And some of us sit on Father's legs,But one has to sit on the little red chair.And when we are sitting very still,He sings us a song or tells a piece;He sings Dan Tucker Went to Town,Or he tells us about the golden fleece.He tells about the golden wool,And some of it is about a boyNamed Jason, and about a ship,And some is about a town called Troy.And while he is telling or singing it through,I stand by his arm, for that is my place.And I push my fingers into his skinTo make little dents in his big rough face.
We put more coal on the big red fire,And while we are waiting for dinner to cook,Our father comes and tells us aboutA story that he has read in a book.
We put more coal on the big red fire,
And while we are waiting for dinner to cook,
Our father comes and tells us about
A story that he has read in a book.
And Charles and Will and Dick and IAnd all of us but Clarence are there.And some of us sit on Father's legs,But one has to sit on the little red chair.
And Charles and Will and Dick and I
And all of us but Clarence are there.
And some of us sit on Father's legs,
But one has to sit on the little red chair.
And when we are sitting very still,He sings us a song or tells a piece;He sings Dan Tucker Went to Town,Or he tells us about the golden fleece.
And when we are sitting very still,
He sings us a song or tells a piece;
He sings Dan Tucker Went to Town,
Or he tells us about the golden fleece.
He tells about the golden wool,And some of it is about a boyNamed Jason, and about a ship,And some is about a town called Troy.
He tells about the golden wool,
And some of it is about a boy
Named Jason, and about a ship,
And some is about a town called Troy.
And while he is telling or singing it through,I stand by his arm, for that is my place.And I push my fingers into his skinTo make little dents in his big rough face.
And while he is telling or singing it through,
I stand by his arm, for that is my place.
And I push my fingers into his skin
To make little dents in his big rough face.
CHRISTMAS MORNING
If Bethlehem were here today,Or this were very long ago,There wouldn't be a winter timeNor any cold or snow.I'd run out through the garden gate,And down along the pasture walk;And off beside the cattle barnsI'd hear a kind of gentle talk.I'd move the heavy iron chainAnd pull away the wooden pin;I'd push the door a little bitAnd tiptoe very softly in.The pigeons and the yellow hensAnd all the cows would stand away;Their eyes would open wide to seeA lady in the manger hay,If this were very long agoAnd Bethlehem were here today.And Mother held my hand and smiled—I mean the lady would—and sheWould take the woolly blankets offHer little boy so I could see.His shut-up eyes would be asleep,And he would look like our John,And he would be all crumpled too,And have a pinkish color on.I'd watch his breath go in and out.His little clothes would all be white.I'd slip my finger in his handTo feel how he could hold it tight.And she would smile and say, "Take care,"The mother, Mary, would, "Take care";And I would kiss his little handAnd touch his hair.While Mary put the blankets backThe gentle talk would soon begin.And when I'd tiptoe softly outI'd meet the wise men going in.
If Bethlehem were here today,Or this were very long ago,There wouldn't be a winter timeNor any cold or snow.
If Bethlehem were here today,
Or this were very long ago,
There wouldn't be a winter time
Nor any cold or snow.
I'd run out through the garden gate,And down along the pasture walk;And off beside the cattle barnsI'd hear a kind of gentle talk.
I'd run out through the garden gate,
And down along the pasture walk;
And off beside the cattle barns
I'd hear a kind of gentle talk.
I'd move the heavy iron chainAnd pull away the wooden pin;I'd push the door a little bitAnd tiptoe very softly in.
I'd move the heavy iron chain
And pull away the wooden pin;
I'd push the door a little bit
And tiptoe very softly in.
The pigeons and the yellow hensAnd all the cows would stand away;Their eyes would open wide to seeA lady in the manger hay,
The pigeons and the yellow hens
And all the cows would stand away;
Their eyes would open wide to see
A lady in the manger hay,
If this were very long agoAnd Bethlehem were here today.
If this were very long ago
And Bethlehem were here today.
And Mother held my hand and smiled—I mean the lady would—and sheWould take the woolly blankets offHer little boy so I could see.
And Mother held my hand and smiled—
I mean the lady would—and she
Would take the woolly blankets off
Her little boy so I could see.
His shut-up eyes would be asleep,And he would look like our John,And he would be all crumpled too,And have a pinkish color on.
His shut-up eyes would be asleep,
And he would look like our John,
And he would be all crumpled too,
And have a pinkish color on.
I'd watch his breath go in and out.His little clothes would all be white.I'd slip my finger in his handTo feel how he could hold it tight.
I'd watch his breath go in and out.
His little clothes would all be white.
I'd slip my finger in his hand
To feel how he could hold it tight.
And she would smile and say, "Take care,"The mother, Mary, would, "Take care";And I would kiss his little handAnd touch his hair.
And she would smile and say, "Take care,"
The mother, Mary, would, "Take care";
And I would kiss his little hand
And touch his hair.
While Mary put the blankets backThe gentle talk would soon begin.And when I'd tiptoe softly outI'd meet the wise men going in.
While Mary put the blankets back
The gentle talk would soon begin.
And when I'd tiptoe softly out
I'd meet the wise men going in.
PEOPLE GOING BY
Before they come I hear their talkAnd hear their feet go on the walk.Some go fast and some go slow,And some of them I almost know.In mornings they are going downTo see somebody in the town.Or Mrs. Warner hurries past;She has to go and come back fast.She walks by quick and will not stop,To go to the church with the cross on top.I think she goes there every dayTo take her rosary and pray.And one of them is Mr. Jim—And the big white dog that follows him.And one is lame; that's Uncle Mells;He takes off warts by mumbling words,And he can lay on spells.Or maybe night is almost come,And Miss Jane Anne is going home.And by her side walks Mr. Paul;They go along with far-off looksAnd hardly ever talk at all.Or Murry's child comes up this wayTo carry milk to poor Miss MayThat lives in Wells's other house,Or Joe is driving home his cows.And some go fast and some go slow,And some of them I almost know.I can feel them almost speak to me,When they pass by our tree.
Before they come I hear their talkAnd hear their feet go on the walk.
Before they come I hear their talk
And hear their feet go on the walk.
Some go fast and some go slow,And some of them I almost know.
Some go fast and some go slow,
And some of them I almost know.
In mornings they are going downTo see somebody in the town.
In mornings they are going down
To see somebody in the town.
Or Mrs. Warner hurries past;She has to go and come back fast.
Or Mrs. Warner hurries past;
She has to go and come back fast.
She walks by quick and will not stop,To go to the church with the cross on top.
She walks by quick and will not stop,
To go to the church with the cross on top.
I think she goes there every dayTo take her rosary and pray.
I think she goes there every day
To take her rosary and pray.
And one of them is Mr. Jim—And the big white dog that follows him.
And one of them is Mr. Jim—
And the big white dog that follows him.
And one is lame; that's Uncle Mells;He takes off warts by mumbling words,And he can lay on spells.
And one is lame; that's Uncle Mells;
He takes off warts by mumbling words,
And he can lay on spells.
Or maybe night is almost come,And Miss Jane Anne is going home.
Or maybe night is almost come,
And Miss Jane Anne is going home.
And by her side walks Mr. Paul;They go along with far-off looksAnd hardly ever talk at all.
And by her side walks Mr. Paul;
They go along with far-off looks
And hardly ever talk at all.
Or Murry's child comes up this wayTo carry milk to poor Miss May
Or Murry's child comes up this way
To carry milk to poor Miss May
That lives in Wells's other house,Or Joe is driving home his cows.
That lives in Wells's other house,
Or Joe is driving home his cows.
And some go fast and some go slow,And some of them I almost know.
And some go fast and some go slow,
And some of them I almost know.
I can feel them almost speak to me,When they pass by our tree.
I can feel them almost speak to me,
When they pass by our tree.
BABES IN THE WOODS
The two little children that died long agoAway in the woods on the top of a hill—And a good little robin that knew all about itCame with strawberry leaves in her bill,To cover them up, and she kept very quietAnd brought the leaves one at a time, I think.And some of the leaves would have little holes in them,And some would be red and pink.And these little Babes-in-the-Woods that were deadMust have lain very still, and they heard all the talkThat the bees would be saying to more little bees,And maybe they even could hear the ants walk.And they could look out through a crack in the leavesAnd see little bushes and some of the sky.They could see robin coming with leaves in her mouth,And they watched for her when she went by.
The two little children that died long agoAway in the woods on the top of a hill—And a good little robin that knew all about itCame with strawberry leaves in her bill,
The two little children that died long ago
Away in the woods on the top of a hill—
And a good little robin that knew all about it
Came with strawberry leaves in her bill,
To cover them up, and she kept very quietAnd brought the leaves one at a time, I think.And some of the leaves would have little holes in them,And some would be red and pink.
To cover them up, and she kept very quiet
And brought the leaves one at a time, I think.
And some of the leaves would have little holes in them,
And some would be red and pink.
And these little Babes-in-the-Woods that were deadMust have lain very still, and they heard all the talkThat the bees would be saying to more little bees,And maybe they even could hear the ants walk.
And these little Babes-in-the-Woods that were dead
Must have lain very still, and they heard all the talk
That the bees would be saying to more little bees,
And maybe they even could hear the ants walk.
And they could look out through a crack in the leavesAnd see little bushes and some of the sky.They could see robin coming with leaves in her mouth,And they watched for her when she went by.
And they could look out through a crack in the leaves
And see little bushes and some of the sky.
They could see robin coming with leaves in her mouth,
And they watched for her when she went by.
THE PICNIC
They had a picnic in the woods,And Mother couldn't go that day,But the twins and Brother and I could go;We rode on the wagon full of hay.There were more little girls than ten, I guess.And the boy that is Joe B. Kirk was there.He found a toad and a katydid,And a little girl came whose name was Clare.Miss Kate-Marie made us play a songCalled "Fare-you-well, says Johnny O'Brown."You dance in a ring and sing it through,And then some one kneels down.She kissed us all and Joe B. Kirk;But Joe B. didn't mind a bit.He walked around and swung his armsAnd seemed to be very glad of it.Then Mr. Jim said he would play,But Miss Marie, she told him then,It's a game for her and the little folks,And he could go and fish with the men.Mr. Wells was there and he had a ropeTo tie to a limb and make it swing.And Mrs. Wells, Mr. Wells's wife,Gave me a peach and a chicken wing.And I had a little cherry pieAnd a piece of bread, and after we'd playedTwo other songs, I had some cakeAnd another wing and some lemonade.
They had a picnic in the woods,And Mother couldn't go that day,But the twins and Brother and I could go;We rode on the wagon full of hay.
They had a picnic in the woods,
And Mother couldn't go that day,
But the twins and Brother and I could go;
We rode on the wagon full of hay.
There were more little girls than ten, I guess.And the boy that is Joe B. Kirk was there.He found a toad and a katydid,And a little girl came whose name was Clare.
There were more little girls than ten, I guess.
And the boy that is Joe B. Kirk was there.
He found a toad and a katydid,
And a little girl came whose name was Clare.
Miss Kate-Marie made us play a songCalled "Fare-you-well, says Johnny O'Brown."You dance in a ring and sing it through,And then some one kneels down.
Miss Kate-Marie made us play a song
Called "Fare-you-well, says Johnny O'Brown."
You dance in a ring and sing it through,
And then some one kneels down.
She kissed us all and Joe B. Kirk;But Joe B. didn't mind a bit.He walked around and swung his armsAnd seemed to be very glad of it.
She kissed us all and Joe B. Kirk;
But Joe B. didn't mind a bit.
He walked around and swung his arms
And seemed to be very glad of it.
Then Mr. Jim said he would play,But Miss Marie, she told him then,It's a game for her and the little folks,And he could go and fish with the men.
Then Mr. Jim said he would play,
But Miss Marie, she told him then,
It's a game for her and the little folks,
And he could go and fish with the men.
Mr. Wells was there and he had a ropeTo tie to a limb and make it swing.And Mrs. Wells, Mr. Wells's wife,Gave me a peach and a chicken wing.
Mr. Wells was there and he had a rope
To tie to a limb and make it swing.
And Mrs. Wells, Mr. Wells's wife,
Gave me a peach and a chicken wing.
And I had a little cherry pieAnd a piece of bread, and after we'd playedTwo other songs, I had some cakeAnd another wing and some lemonade.
And I had a little cherry pie
And a piece of bread, and after we'd played
Two other songs, I had some cake
And another wing and some lemonade.
MUMPS
I had a feeling in my neck,And on the sides were two big bumps;I couldn't swallow anythingAt all because I had the mumps.And Mother tied it with a piece,And then she tied up Will and John,And no one else but Dick was leftThat didn't have a mump rag on.He teased at us and laughed at us,And said, whenever he went by,"It's vinegar and lemon dropsAnd pickles!" just to make us cry.But Tuesday Dick was very sadAnd cried because his neck was sore,And not a one said sour thingsTo anybody any more.
I had a feeling in my neck,And on the sides were two big bumps;I couldn't swallow anythingAt all because I had the mumps.
I had a feeling in my neck,
And on the sides were two big bumps;
I couldn't swallow anything
At all because I had the mumps.
And Mother tied it with a piece,And then she tied up Will and John,And no one else but Dick was leftThat didn't have a mump rag on.
And Mother tied it with a piece,
And then she tied up Will and John,
And no one else but Dick was left
That didn't have a mump rag on.
He teased at us and laughed at us,And said, whenever he went by,"It's vinegar and lemon dropsAnd pickles!" just to make us cry.
He teased at us and laughed at us,
And said, whenever he went by,
"It's vinegar and lemon drops
And pickles!" just to make us cry.
But Tuesday Dick was very sadAnd cried because his neck was sore,And not a one said sour thingsTo anybody any more.
But Tuesday Dick was very sad
And cried because his neck was sore,
And not a one said sour things
To anybody any more.
THE CIRCUS
Friday came and the circus was there,And Mother said that the twins and IAnd Charles and Clarence and all of usCould go out and see the parade go by.And there were wagons with pictures on,And you never could guess what they had inside,Nobody could guess, for the doors were shut,And there was a dog that a monkey could ride.A man on the top of a sort of cartWas clapping his hands and making a talk.And the elephant came—he can step pretty far—It made us laugh to see him walk.Three beautiful ladies came riding by,And each one had on a golden dress,And each one had a golden whip.They were queens of Sheba, I guess.A big wild man was in a cage,And he had some snakes going over his feet.And somebody said "He eats them alive!"But I didn't see him eat.
Friday came and the circus was there,And Mother said that the twins and IAnd Charles and Clarence and all of usCould go out and see the parade go by.
Friday came and the circus was there,
And Mother said that the twins and I
And Charles and Clarence and all of us
Could go out and see the parade go by.
And there were wagons with pictures on,And you never could guess what they had inside,Nobody could guess, for the doors were shut,And there was a dog that a monkey could ride.
And there were wagons with pictures on,
And you never could guess what they had inside,
Nobody could guess, for the doors were shut,
And there was a dog that a monkey could ride.
A man on the top of a sort of cartWas clapping his hands and making a talk.And the elephant came—he can step pretty far—It made us laugh to see him walk.
A man on the top of a sort of cart
Was clapping his hands and making a talk.
And the elephant came—he can step pretty far—
It made us laugh to see him walk.
Three beautiful ladies came riding by,And each one had on a golden dress,And each one had a golden whip.They were queens of Sheba, I guess.
Three beautiful ladies came riding by,
And each one had on a golden dress,
And each one had a golden whip.
They were queens of Sheba, I guess.
A big wild man was in a cage,And he had some snakes going over his feet.And somebody said "He eats them alive!"But I didn't see him eat.
A big wild man was in a cage,
And he had some snakes going over his feet.
And somebody said "He eats them alive!"
But I didn't see him eat.
STRANGE TREE
Away beyond the Jarboe houseI saw a different kind of tree.Its trunk was old and large and bent,And I could feel it look at me.The road was going on and onBeyond to reach some other place.I saw a tree that looked at me,And yet it did not have a face.It looked at me with all its limbs;It looked at me with all its bark.The yellow wrinkles on its sidesWere bent and dark.And then I ran to get away,But when I stopped to turn and see,The tree was bending to the sideAnd leaning out to look at me.
Away beyond the Jarboe houseI saw a different kind of tree.Its trunk was old and large and bent,And I could feel it look at me.
Away beyond the Jarboe house
I saw a different kind of tree.
Its trunk was old and large and bent,
And I could feel it look at me.
The road was going on and onBeyond to reach some other place.I saw a tree that looked at me,And yet it did not have a face.
The road was going on and on
Beyond to reach some other place.
I saw a tree that looked at me,
And yet it did not have a face.
It looked at me with all its limbs;It looked at me with all its bark.The yellow wrinkles on its sidesWere bent and dark.
It looked at me with all its limbs;
It looked at me with all its bark.
The yellow wrinkles on its sides
Were bent and dark.
And then I ran to get away,But when I stopped to turn and see,The tree was bending to the sideAnd leaning out to look at me.
And then I ran to get away,
But when I stopped to turn and see,
The tree was bending to the side
And leaning out to look at me.
THE BRANCH
We stopped at the branch on the way to the hill.We stopped at the water a while and played.We hid our things by the osage treeAnd took off our shoes and stockings to wade.There is sand at the bottom that bites at your feet,And there is a rock where the waterfall goes.You can poke your foot in the foamy partAnd feel how the water runs over your toes.The little black spiders that walk on the topOf the water are hard and stiff and cool.And I saw some wiggletails going around,And some slippery minnows that live in the pool.And where it is smooth there is moss on a stone,And where it is shallow and almost dryThe rocks are broken and hot in the sun,And a rough little water goes hurrying by.
We stopped at the branch on the way to the hill.We stopped at the water a while and played.We hid our things by the osage treeAnd took off our shoes and stockings to wade.
We stopped at the branch on the way to the hill.
We stopped at the water a while and played.
We hid our things by the osage tree
And took off our shoes and stockings to wade.
There is sand at the bottom that bites at your feet,And there is a rock where the waterfall goes.You can poke your foot in the foamy partAnd feel how the water runs over your toes.
There is sand at the bottom that bites at your feet,
And there is a rock where the waterfall goes.
You can poke your foot in the foamy part
And feel how the water runs over your toes.
The little black spiders that walk on the topOf the water are hard and stiff and cool.And I saw some wiggletails going around,And some slippery minnows that live in the pool.
The little black spiders that walk on the top
Of the water are hard and stiff and cool.
And I saw some wiggletails going around,
And some slippery minnows that live in the pool.
And where it is smooth there is moss on a stone,And where it is shallow and almost dryThe rocks are broken and hot in the sun,And a rough little water goes hurrying by.
And where it is smooth there is moss on a stone,
And where it is shallow and almost dry
The rocks are broken and hot in the sun,
And a rough little water goes hurrying by.
THE WORM
Dickie found a broken spadeAnd said he'd dig himself a well;And then Charles took a piece of tin,And I was digging with a shell.Then Will said he would dig one too.We shaped them out and made them wide,And I dug up a piece of clodThat had a little worm inside.We watched him pucker up himselfAnd stretch himself to walk away.He tried to go inside the dirt,But Dickie made him wait and stay.His shining skin was soft and wet.I poked him once to see him squirm.And then Will said, "I wonder ifHe knows that he's a worm."And then we sat back on our feetAnd wondered for a little bit.And we forgot to dig our wellsAwhile, and tried to answer it.And while we tried to find it out,He puckered in a little wad,And then he stretched himself againAnd went back home inside the clod.
Dickie found a broken spadeAnd said he'd dig himself a well;And then Charles took a piece of tin,And I was digging with a shell.
Dickie found a broken spade
And said he'd dig himself a well;
And then Charles took a piece of tin,
And I was digging with a shell.
Then Will said he would dig one too.We shaped them out and made them wide,And I dug up a piece of clodThat had a little worm inside.
Then Will said he would dig one too.
We shaped them out and made them wide,
And I dug up a piece of clod
That had a little worm inside.
We watched him pucker up himselfAnd stretch himself to walk away.He tried to go inside the dirt,But Dickie made him wait and stay.
We watched him pucker up himself
And stretch himself to walk away.
He tried to go inside the dirt,
But Dickie made him wait and stay.
His shining skin was soft and wet.I poked him once to see him squirm.And then Will said, "I wonder ifHe knows that he's a worm."
His shining skin was soft and wet.
I poked him once to see him squirm.
And then Will said, "I wonder if
He knows that he's a worm."
And then we sat back on our feetAnd wondered for a little bit.And we forgot to dig our wellsAwhile, and tried to answer it.
And then we sat back on our feet
And wondered for a little bit.
And we forgot to dig our wells
Awhile, and tried to answer it.
And while we tried to find it out,He puckered in a little wad,And then he stretched himself againAnd went back home inside the clod.
And while we tried to find it out,
He puckered in a little wad,
And then he stretched himself again
And went back home inside the clod.
A CHILD ASLEEP
I looked for him everywhereBecause I wanted him to play;And then I found him on his bedAsleep, but it was day.His eyes were shut behind the lids—He couldn't lift them up to see.And I looked at him very long,And something in him looked at me.And he was something like a catThat is asleep, or like a dog;Or like a thing that's in the woodsAll day behind a log.And then I was afraid of it,Of something that was sleeping there.I didn't even say his name,But I came down the stair.
I looked for him everywhereBecause I wanted him to play;And then I found him on his bedAsleep, but it was day.
I looked for him everywhere
Because I wanted him to play;
And then I found him on his bed
Asleep, but it was day.
His eyes were shut behind the lids—He couldn't lift them up to see.And I looked at him very long,And something in him looked at me.
His eyes were shut behind the lids—
He couldn't lift them up to see.
And I looked at him very long,
And something in him looked at me.
And he was something like a catThat is asleep, or like a dog;Or like a thing that's in the woodsAll day behind a log.
And he was something like a cat
That is asleep, or like a dog;
Or like a thing that's in the woods
All day behind a log.
And then I was afraid of it,Of something that was sleeping there.I didn't even say his name,But I came down the stair.
And then I was afraid of it,
Of something that was sleeping there.
I didn't even say his name,
But I came down the stair.
LITTLE BUSH(A Song)
A little bushAt the picnic place,A little bush could talk to me.I ran awayAnd hid myself,And I found a bush that could talk to me,A smooth little bush said a word to me.
A little bushAt the picnic place,A little bush could talk to me.
A little bush
At the picnic place,
A little bush could talk to me.
I ran awayAnd hid myself,And I found a bush that could talk to me,A smooth little bush said a word to me.
I ran away
And hid myself,
And I found a bush that could talk to me,
A smooth little bush said a word to me.
AT THE WATER
I liked to go to the branch today;I liked to play with the wiggletails there.And five little smells and one big smellWere going round in the air.One was the water, a little cold smell,And one was mud and that was more,And one was the smell of cool wet moss,And one was some fennel up on the shore.And the one big smell came out of the mint,And one was something I couldn't tell.And the five little ones and the big oneAll went together very well.
I liked to go to the branch today;I liked to play with the wiggletails there.And five little smells and one big smellWere going round in the air.
I liked to go to the branch today;
I liked to play with the wiggletails there.
And five little smells and one big smell
Were going round in the air.
One was the water, a little cold smell,And one was mud and that was more,And one was the smell of cool wet moss,And one was some fennel up on the shore.
One was the water, a little cold smell,
And one was mud and that was more,
And one was the smell of cool wet moss,
And one was some fennel up on the shore.
And the one big smell came out of the mint,And one was something I couldn't tell.And the five little ones and the big oneAll went together very well.
And the one big smell came out of the mint,
And one was something I couldn't tell.
And the five little ones and the big one
All went together very well.
WATER NOISES
When I am playing by myself,And all the boys are lost around,Then I can hear the water go;It makes a little talking sound.Along the rocks below the tree,I see it ripple up and wink;And I can hear it saying on,"And do you think? And do you think?"A bug shoots by that snaps and ticks,And a bird flies up beside the treeTo go into the sky to sing.I hear it say, "Killdee, killdee!"Or else a yellow cow comes downTo splash a while and have a drink.But when she goes I still can hearThe water say, "And do you think?"
When I am playing by myself,And all the boys are lost around,Then I can hear the water go;It makes a little talking sound.
When I am playing by myself,
And all the boys are lost around,
Then I can hear the water go;
It makes a little talking sound.
Along the rocks below the tree,I see it ripple up and wink;And I can hear it saying on,"And do you think? And do you think?"
Along the rocks below the tree,
I see it ripple up and wink;
And I can hear it saying on,
"And do you think? And do you think?"
A bug shoots by that snaps and ticks,And a bird flies up beside the treeTo go into the sky to sing.I hear it say, "Killdee, killdee!"
A bug shoots by that snaps and ticks,
And a bird flies up beside the tree
To go into the sky to sing.
I hear it say, "Killdee, killdee!"
Or else a yellow cow comes downTo splash a while and have a drink.But when she goes I still can hearThe water say, "And do you think?"
Or else a yellow cow comes down
To splash a while and have a drink.
But when she goes I still can hear
The water say, "And do you think?"
AMONG THE RUSHES
I saw a curly leaf and it was caught against the grassy side,And it was tangled in the watery grasses where the branch is wide;I had it for my little ark of rushes that must wait and hide.I had it for my little Moses hidden where no one could see,The little baby Moses that nobody knew about but me.And I was hiding in the flags and I was waiting all the day,And watching on the bank to see if Pharaoh's daughter came that way.
I saw a curly leaf and it was caught against the grassy side,And it was tangled in the watery grasses where the branch is wide;I had it for my little ark of rushes that must wait and hide.
I saw a curly leaf and it was caught against the grassy side,
And it was tangled in the watery grasses where the branch is wide;
I had it for my little ark of rushes that must wait and hide.
I had it for my little Moses hidden where no one could see,The little baby Moses that nobody knew about but me.
I had it for my little Moses hidden where no one could see,
The little baby Moses that nobody knew about but me.
And I was hiding in the flags and I was waiting all the day,And watching on the bank to see if Pharaoh's daughter came that way.
And I was hiding in the flags and I was waiting all the day,
And watching on the bank to see if Pharaoh's daughter came that way.
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