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No, no, my dear nurse, I cannot go to sleep; Since you've put the thought into my head, Let us have with the stars One game at bo-peep; Then good night, and a kiss, and to bed. KITTY IN THE BASKET. "Where is my little basket gone?" Said Charlie boy one day; "I guess some little boy or girl Has taken it away." "And Kitty too, I can't find her; O, dear! what shall I do? I wish I could my basket find, And little Kitty too." "I'll go to mother's room and look; Perhaps she may be there, For Kitty loves to take a nap In mother's easy chair." "O mother! mother! come and look! See what a little heap! My Kitty's in the basket here, All cuddled down to sleep." He took the basket carefully, And brought it in a minute, And showed it to his mother dear, With little Kitty in it. THE FARM YARD. The cock is crowing, The cows are lowing, The ducks are quacking, The dogs are barking, The ass is braying, The horse is neighing; Was there ever such a noise! The birds are singing, The bell is ringing, The pigs are squeaking, The barn door creaking, The brook is babbling, The geese are gabbling Mercy on us, what a noise! The sheep are ba-a-ing, The boys ha-ha-ing, The swallows twittering, The girls are tittering, Father is calling, The cook is bawling; I'm nigh crazy with the noise. Nabby is churning, The grindstone's turning, John is sawing, Charles hurrahing, Old Dobson's preaching, The peacock's screeching; Who can live in such a noise! FROLIC IN THE SNOW. "See the snow! see the snow! Hear the winter wind blow; Make the fire burn bright; Shut the doors up tight; Let it storm, let it storm; My Willy shall be warm." "Dear mother, let me go And frolic in the snow; Tis so soft and so light, So beautiful and white, 'Twill not hurt me I know; Let me go, let me go." "I don't mind the cold; I am three years old; Look at little Rover; He is powdered all over: Let me go, let me go, And frolic in the snow." "I can do what Rover can; I am your little man; Let it storm, let it storm; I don't want to be warm; Dear mother, let me go, And frolic in the snow." SWING SWONG. Swing swong, Here we go; Sing a
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