s tea.
THE CONCERT IN THE GARDEN
The wheelbarrow wept to the willows
And Padie called out for a hymn:
He dabbled his boots on the pillows
And the minister looked quite grim.
While the Emu turned the pages
The Wallaby sang with zest,
Of the error in uncle's wages
While the chairs all turned to the West.
The Baker paused with a frigid stare
And his heels apart, of course;
And the shell-back sprang from his sunny lair
With his hand upon his horse.
The rooster's grandma nursed the cat,
Which uttered nor purr nor sound,
While the Platypus followed the Minister's hat
Around and round and round.
WHISPER!!!
Sit up in your beds and hark!
Something said "meow" in the dark!
Was it a gentleman saying some prayers?
Was it a mousie trapped under the stairs?
Was it a manager stealing some shares
Or a newspaper having a lark?
Sit up in your beds and hark!
Something said "meow" in the dark!
Would you your treasures securely keep,
Never turn lamps out and never go sleep.
THE COMING OF BAY
Bay doesn't stay in the stars any more;
He didn't much cry nor care
When God pushed him out of a big star door
Into the everywhere.
I ringed him up on the telephome
And down he flied to me!
Didn't you know how Bay came home?
I got the push-cart, see?
And wheeled him in the front-yard door
Just one way and another,
I didn't make mud-marks on the floor,
Or scratch the paint on the front-way door,
'Cos I am a careful brother;
I putted him into the new white cot,
I covered him up till he grew quite hot,
And then called mother to see;
So Bay doesn't stay in the stars any more
But only with mother and me.
BABY SONG
The grandmas talked with worried eyes
And said it was a shame--
Nobody wanted Littley then
Before our Littley came.
Boyo's nose will be out of joint,
He's a toddling baby yet,
And now there's another one coming along,
Poor little pet!
But Littley rode through the storm of doubt
And the cloud of the troubled brow;
Nobody wanted Littley then--
But you should hear them now!
SOUL DISCIPLINE
They say I'm a bad-tempered man,
And yet I never swear
When flop into my porridge
Comes a wo
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