London's built, there London stands.
And there's a bed in London Town,
On which my Baby shall lie down.

THE BIRD'S NEST

_A Froebel Finger Play_

Here upon the leaves at rest
A little bird has built her nest.
Two tiny eggs within she's laid,
And many days beside them stayed.
Now she's happy; listen well!
Two baby birds break through the shell.
Don't you hear them? "Peep! peep! peep!
We love you, mother. Cheep! cheep! cheep!"

TWO LITTLE BLACKBIRDS

There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill,
(_Little pieces of paper perched on forefingers._)
One named Jack, the other named Jill.
Fly away, Jack; fly away, Jill.
(_Fingers soar gently in the air._)
Come again, Jack; come again, Jill.
(_Fingers fly back._)

MASTER SMITH

Is Master Smith within? Yes, that he is.
Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two.
Here a nail, and there a nail,
Tick--tack--too.

LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST

Little Robin Redbreast
Sat upon a rail,
(_Right hand extended in shape of a bird is poised
on extended forefinger of left hand._)
Niddle noddle went his head,
And waggle went his tail.
(_Little finger of right hand waggles from side to
side._)

GREETING

Good little Mother,
How do you do?
Dear strong "Daddy,"
Glad to see you!
Big tall Brother,
Pleased you are here.
Kind little Sister,
You need not fear,
Glad welcome we'll give you,
And Babykins, too.
Yes, Babykins,
How do you do?

A PLAY FOR THE ARMS

Pump, pump, pump,
Water, water, come;
Here a rush, there a gush,
Done, done, done.

THE LITTLE WINDOW

_A Froebel Finger Play_

Look, my dear, at this window clear.
See how the light shines through in here.
If you would always see the light,
Keep your heart's window clean and bright.

SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four-and-twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie;
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish
To set before the King?

The King was in his counting-house,
Counting out his mone