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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78348 ***
+
+
+
+
+BONNY BAIRNS
+
+
+
+
+                               CONTENTS
+
+ Title                                                              Page
+
+
+ +Dedication.+                                                        02
+
+ +A Story.+                                                           04
+
+ +What Baby is Like.+                                                 06
+
+ +TWO MAMMAS.+                                                        08
+
+ +Comfort.+                                                           10
+
+ +Down by the Garden Wall.+                                           12
+
+ +Two Kittys.+                                                        14
+
+ +Hoops.+                                                             16
+
+ +My Lover.+                                                          19
+
+ +Say Please.+                                                        20
+
+ +Jumpity-Jump.+                                                      22
+
+ +The Butterfly.+                                                     25
+
+ +Two Years Old.+                                                     26
+
+ +Orphaned.+                                                          28
+
+ +The Old Clock.+                                                     30
+
+ +Too Sure.+                                                          34
+
+ +What’s in the Basket?+                                              36
+
+ +When the Winds are Blowing.+                                        37
+
+ +Supper.+                                                            38
+
+ +Shadows.+                                                           40
+
+ +The Chimney Bird.+                                                  42
+
+ +Where is Milly?+                                                    45
+
+ +Snow.+                                                              47
+
+ +Bed Time.+                                                          48
+
+
+
+
+                             +Dedication.+
+
+[Illustration: Little girls with hoops]
+
+
+ For all bonny bairns, little boys, little girls,
+ With blue eyes or brown eyes, with tangles or curls,
+ Here are pictures and stories, whatever your mood,
+ To help you all smile, and to make you all good;
+ To put you to sleep; to make you forget
+ Your pain when you’re sick, your frowns when you fret.
+ The children you’ll find here, all did as you do,
+ And hope you will love them, for they all love you.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Little boy--bonny bairn]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Title-page]
+
+                           ·+Bonny·Bairns+·
+
+                           Illustrations by
+
+                              ·IDA·WAUGH·
+
+                               Verses by
+
+                         ·AMY·ELLA·BLANCHARD·
+
+                      ·+Worthington·Co·New·York+·
+
+              COPYRIGHT 1888 BY WORTHINGTON CO·NEW YORK·
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Little girl asks Peggy to tell her a story]
+
+
+
+
+                              +A Story.+
+
+[Illustration: Star children]
+
+                 “+Please+ tell me a story, Peggy.”
+                 “Well, then, and what shall it be?
+                 About a star or a fairy,
+                 Or children like you and me?”
+
+ “Not children. I’m tired of children,
+ They always do something wrong.
+ I think a star would be better;
+ Don’t make the story too long.”
+
+                 “Well, once a bright star was shining,
+                 ’Way up in the dark, night sky,
+                 And it had a little sister,
+                 That was shining too, close by.”
+
+ And the moon was their own mother,
+ And she said they must come in;
+ But they said they didn’t want to.
+ They’d like to see day begin
+
+                 “So they shone, and shone, and shone there,
+                 Till they had a great surprise:
+                 For up came the sun so brightly,
+                 That it most put out their eyes.”
+
+[Illustration: Star children shade their eyes from the sun's
+bright light]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Baby is sweet as a song is]
+
+
+
+
+                         +What Baby is Like.+
+
+[Illustration: Baby in mother's arms; flower grows around them]
+
+ +Baby+ grows like a flower,
+ Baby is fresh as a rose,
+ Daintily hued as the blossoms,
+ As the fragrant apple blows.
+
+ Baby is sweet as a song is,
+ The song of a twilight bird.
+ He’s bright as the lark’s gay trilling,
+ That early dawn has stirred.
+
+ Baby shines as a star does,
+ Gold gleams his darling head,
+ White pillow clouds around him,
+ Where he peeps out of bed.
+
+ Baby is dear as--O, baby!
+ Nothing so dear can be,
+ In all the wide world’s wonder,
+ As this little baby to me.
+
+
+
+
+                             +TWO MAMMAS.+
+
+[Illustration: Girl stands looking away from a tall grass]
+
+ “My mamma is buful.”
+ “Mine is bufuller.
+ No one ever, ever saw
+ Any one like her.”
+
+     “My mamma is sweetest.”
+     “Mine is sweetest, too.”
+     “My mamma has brown eyes.”
+     “My mamma has blue.”
+
+         “My mamma loves me most.”
+         “My mamma loves me.”
+         “Mine calls me her lovey-dove.”
+         “Mine says ‘Birdie wee.’”
+
+             “My mamma is bestest.”
+             “Mine is goodest best.”
+             “Well, she is my own mamma,
+             That’s worth all the rest.”
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Children play with their dolls]
+
+
+
+
+                              +Comfort.+
+
+[Illustration: Baby girls]
+
+ “What, tears! my little one, how’s this?”
+ Come, climb up in my lap, and tell me all about it.
+ You will not love me? Will not kiss?
+ It isn’t a nice world? Why, Dear, what makes you doubt it?
+ First, then, your little cunning kit,
+ That you believed was always good, and soft, and furry,
+ Showed claws, scratched you, and fought, and bit,
+ And all because you were in such a hurry,
+ You could not wait for her to eat,
+ But picked her up before her meal was over.
+ “She ought to love you more than meat.”
+ Well, so she ought, but then a cat’s not a good lover.
+ And then, the fairy tale Ned told,
+ It was so beautiful; you wanted it forever.
+ Next day he said you were too old
+ To think such nonsense could be true; that there were never
+ Fairies, or brownies, or such stuff.
+ And now you never can again believe it,
+ As though your cat’s claws weren’t enough.
+ “This horrid world! why do not people it.”
+ Why Dear, my little brown-eyed Dear,
+ I, great big I, am in just such a trouble.
+ Don’t cry; why I have not one tear,
+ And tears, maybe, will make us see things double.
+ My kitten would not love me best,
+ And when I stroked its fur the wrong way, showed its claws too.
+ My fairy tale, it was confessed,
+ No truer, Dear, than yours, and yet I thought it was true.
+ Now you love me, and I’ll love you,
+ And tell you all about a really, truly fairy--
+ About a little girl I knew,
+ Whose name was just the same as--guess--as yours? Yes, Mary.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Mother comforts her child]
+
+
+
+
+                      +Down by the Garden Wall.+
+
+[Illustration: One child sits on the wall; the other stands
+behind the wall]
+
+ Down by the garden wall,
+ There grew a flower,
+   And it grew so tall
+ That the sun, he kissed it,
+ The breeze tried to twist it,
+ The birds would insist it
+   Was no flower at all.
+
+ Down by the garden wall,
+ The bees and birds flew,
+   And butterflies, all
+   Seeing the flower too,
+ One said ’twas a pitty,
+ Another ’twas pretty,
+ The birds said “Twit-twit tee,
+   ’Twill most surely fall.”
+
+ Down by the garden wall,
+   Some one came running,
+ Not near so tall
+   As the flow’r a sunning
+ Itself in the sun,
+ But no bud begun
+ Was so sweet a one
+   As this one so small.
+
+ Who, by the garden wall,
+   Reached up to the flower
+ On tiptoe; so small
+   That o’er her would tower
+ The blossom, so pink.
+ Said some one, “I think
+ You must need a drink,
+   Sweet flower.” They call
+
+ You a weed by the wall,
+   But better I know you,
+ You’re no weed at all.
+   To mamma I will show you,
+ She’ll put you a vase in,
+ Or fine China basin,
+ Some lovely cool place in.
+   Then come, flower tall.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Little girl reaches up to the flower]
+
+
+
+
+                             +Two Kittys.+
+
+[Illustration: Cat lies on a ledge]
+
+ What a big pussy-cat,
+ Lapping up the milk,
+ Does it say Mew, Mew,
+ As other kits do?
+ Has it fur soft as silk?
+ And furry paws to pat?
+
+                 What does Miss Milly think
+                 To see her milk gone?
+                 Shall we say Scat! Scat!
+                 To this great big cat?
+                 Shall we give it a bone
+                 Instead of milk to drink?
+
+ You’re not a really cat?
+ So I see, my dear,
+ With your curly pate,
+ And your name’s Kit-Kate?
+ I thought ’twas very queer,
+ That cats grew big as that.
+
+                 Don’t be a kitty-cat,
+                 My little Kit-Kate,
+                 Else, may be, you know,
+                 Your whiskers might grow.
+                 Upon my word, I’d hate
+                 To hear you say Pstiss! Spat!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Two children, one holding a cat, watch as a
+third pretends to be a cat lapping at the milk]
+
+
+
+
+                               +Hoops.+
+
+[Illustration: _Baby Grace_]
+
+ Two little girls were out at play,
+   The day was bright and sunny,
+ Each saw the other one, and laughed,
+   They must have thought it funny.
+
+ “Your hoop is very small,” said Grace.
+   “And yours is big,” said Gussy.
+ Grace said, “Suppose I change with you,
+   I’m not the least bit fussy.”
+
+ And then both of them laughed again,
+   Right in each other’s faces,
+ And Grace took Gussie’s hoop to roll,
+   So Gussy trundled Grace’s.
+
+ They ran and laughed, and laughed and ran,
+   Their hoops went over, under;
+ And when they said “Goodbye” they laughed,
+   At what, I really wonder.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: _Baby Gussy_]
+
+
+
+
+                              +My Lover.+
+
+[Illustration: _Girl on right, baby brother on left_]
+
+ Have I a lover? I can’t say no,
+ For some one always tells me so.
+ And I let him? Of course, you see
+ It does no harm to him or me.
+
+ Do we quarrel? Why, how you ask
+ Me questions. Take me quite to task.
+ We quarrel? Yes, we sometimes do;
+ But then, we kiss and make up, too.
+
+ What does he look like? Is he tall?
+ Blue eyes or brown? mouth large or small?
+ His eyes are large and soft and grey,
+ And he is quite tall, so they say.
+
+ He loves me dearly, and I’m sure
+ His love is warm, and strong and pure;
+ In all the world he loves me best,
+ Thinks I’m the sweetest, prettiest.
+
+ He says he’ll have no wife but me;
+ Wherever I am he must be;
+ My steps he guards with loving care,
+ When we go walking anywhere.
+
+ You think I’m proud of him, you say.
+ Such are not found, dear, every day.
+ I only hope when you are grown,
+ You’ll have as true love for your own.
+
+ When will we marry? I must smile,
+ You look so gravely all the while;
+ I’m old enough to be his mother,
+ Why, dear, he is your baby brother.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Little girl sits on her mother’s lap]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Feeding the chickens]
+
+
+
+
+                             +Say Please.+
+
+[Illustration: _Headshot of little girl on left; flowers on right_]
+
+ “No, not a bit of breakfast,
+ For chickens big or small;
+ Until you ask politely,
+ No single grain shall fall.
+ So, say Please, if you please,
+ Any way you want to,
+ With a cluck, cluck; peep, peep;
+ Or cock-a-doodle-doo;
+ With a caw-caw; quack, quack;
+ Say any one of these;
+ I am not particular.
+ If it only means please.”
+
+ Mr. Rooster, Mrs. Hen,
+ Set a good example,
+ Show the other ones the way
+ With a little sample
+ Of your Please, if you please,
+ Any way you choose to,
+ Crow or cluck, peep or caw,
+ Else I must refuse you;
+ Breakfast will be dinner,
+ Unless you all make haste;
+ “And your dinner will be supper,
+ Before you get a taste.”
+
+ Then up spoke Mr. Rooster,
+ And crowed his very best;
+ “Cluck, cluck,” said Mrs. Hen, and then
+ Soon followed all the rest.
+ It was “Caw! Caw! Cock-a-doo!”
+ In voices high and deep,
+ The big ones crowed and cawed,
+ The little ones cried “Peep,”
+ But everything meant “Please,
+ We want our breakfast, please,”
+ Till Nellie said “I never knew
+ Of chicks polite as these.”
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Woman pushing baby in pram with three children
+looking at baby]
+
+
+
+
+                            +Jumpity-Jump.+
+
+[Illustration: Baby crawling]
+
+ Jumpity! jumpity! jump!
+ My little sugar lump
+ Has kicked off his shoe,
+ And one stocking, too--
+   Such a baby to jump!
+
+ Trotity! trotity! trot!
+ Curly haired little tot
+ Must have some fresh air,
+ ’Neath trees green and fair,
+   Before the sun is too hot.
+
+ Rockity! rockity! rock!
+ Baby-boy in a white frock,
+ All over the floor,
+ Like ships from the shore,
+   Baby and I will rock.
+
+ Niddy-nid! niddy-nid! noddy!
+ Such a sweet little body,
+ Now curl in my lap,
+ And take a good nap,
+   Off to the land of noddy.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Baby-boy in a white frock]
+
+
+
+
+                           +The Butterfly.+
+
+[Illustration: Child trying to stop the butterfly]
+
+ “Don’t be ’fraid, you butterfly,
+   Please stay till mamma first sees you,
+ You can go home by and bye,
+   Take a little nap first, please do.”
+
+ I love you, dear butterfly,
+   And I wish that I could kiss you,
+ But I’m ’fraid almost to try.
+   If you fly, mamma will miss you.
+
+ “Please be good till we get home,
+   Then I’ll give some candy to you
+ If mamma will give me some.
+   You don’t want to fly now, do you?”
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Two little girls, one holds a doll]
+
+
+
+
+                           +Two Years Old.+
+
+[Illustration: Back view of girl]
+
+ What shall we give to our baby?
+   She is two years old to-day,
+ She has learned to sing and prattle,
+   To walk, to run, and to play;
+ To kiss “good-night” and “good-morning,”
+   To wave her hand to papa;
+ To look for the stars in heaven,
+   And the moon, “the stars’ mamma.”
+
+ What shall we bring to our baby,
+   Who has learned to be so wise?
+ Roses, pink as her cheeks are;
+   Blue ribbons to match her eyes;
+ A pin to fasten her frock with,
+   Set round with tiny pearls,
+ No whiter than her teeth are,
+   The gold like her burnished curls.
+
+ A book all full of pictures--
+   For she is a picture too,
+ With stories of dear little babies
+   Who have done as she will do;
+ And last of all, a dolly
+   Without a blemish or flaw,
+ As nearly as possible like her
+   As she is like her mamma.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl among the blooms covering the garden wall]
+
+
+
+
+                              +Orphaned.+
+
+[Illustration: Thistles]
+
+ Sunshine of golden floods all the earth over,
+     Gold in the heart of the rose,
+ Bountiful blooms all the garden walls cover,
+     Gold on the buttercup shows,
+ Wealth on the swaying grass. What can be kinder,
+     Than blossoms all day to the bee?
+ Riches, and wealth, and fair gold for the finder,
+     But never a little for me.
+
+ Ev’rywhere children cling close to their mother,
+     Stars have their moon up above.
+ “Kiss me good-night,” whispers sister and brother,
+     “Good-night,” whispers dear mother-love.
+ Mother-bird folds her wings over, to cover
+     Little birds up in the tree,
+ Love it is--love--and sweet love the world over,
+     But never a little to me.
+
+ Rest for the bird, in her nest in the willow,
+     Rest for the butterfly’s wings,
+ So many tired heads find a heart-pillow,
+     So many sweet, restful things.
+ Fair little islands, all silent and lonely,
+     Rest in the arms of the sea,
+ I am so tired--why should it be only
+     That never comes rest unto me?
+
+
+
+
+                           +The Old Clock.+
+
+[Illustration: Christmas stockings and decorations]
+
+ To-morrow! to-morrow! when will it be here?
+ When I asked mamma if it wasn’t real near,
+ She said, “When both hands on the clock point again
+ To twelve, why to-morrow will come to us then.”
+
+ This provoking old clock will not hurry a bit,
+ I cannot see what is the matter with it,
+ Perhaps ’tis so old that it has to go slow,
+ Forgets about Christmas, or else does not know.
+
+ I wonder if I were to help it along--
+ Poor old thing--if any one could think it wrong,
+ I know it will thank me for one little touch,
+ It must be so tired of ticking so much.
+
+ I think I must do it, if Santa Claus came
+ A little bit early, it would be a shame
+ To find no one ready; he might go away,
+ And never come back again, next Christmas Day.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Child on chair reaches up to the clock hands
+pointing to twelve while little girl with doll watches]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Children with their dolls and doll pram draped over
+a chair]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Head shot of child]
+
+
+
+
+                              +Too Sure.+
+
+[Illustration: Long stemmed yellow daisies]
+
+ A little white Daisy grew by the road,
+     And it was September weather,
+ Near by in the grass, some Golden-rod showed,
+     With Asters clustered together.
+
+ “Dear me, just see,” the Golden-rod said,
+     “I do not think I remember,
+ A saucy Daisy to poke up its head,
+     Among us, blooms of September.”
+
+ “The impudent thing, her time is gone,”
+     Remarked a yellow-eyed Aster,
+ “I should think she would feel she is all alone,”
+     And a haughty look she cast her.
+
+ “Don’t you know,” said Golden-rod, “Daisy white,
+     You should not be seen this season,
+ Your time is in May and June. What right
+     Have you here? Just give us your reason.”
+
+ “Somebody might like me,” Daisy replied,
+     “I do not mean any harm, sir,
+ I wanted to grow, and tried, and tried,
+     Quite early, when it was warm, sir.”
+
+ “No matter,” said Aster, “leave her alone,
+     She’ll soon find herself mistaken,
+ Somebody will gather us every one,
+     And leave her there all forsaken.”
+
+ So the Asters flaunted, and Golden-rod
+     Turned its back on the Daisy,
+ And never so much as gave her a nod,
+     And whispered, “She must be crazy.”
+
+ But at last a maiden came one day,
+     Down by the proud, purple Aster,
+ Down by the Golden-rod nodding away,
+     And every heart beat faster.
+
+ But behold! she passed them carelessly by,
+     Saw only the Daisy blossom.
+ “You dear little thing!” they heard her cry,
+     And she put it in her bosom.
+
+[Illustration: White daisy]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Maiden holds the daisy blossom to her chest]
+
+
+
+
+                        +What’s in the Basket?+
+
+[Illustration: Child in a hat peeps over the top of a basket]
+
+
+ What’s in the basket? I wonder, I wonder,
+   Something peeps out like the silk of corn,
+ Silky and wavy; a straw hat under,
+   Why, now it moves, as sure as I’m born.
+
+ What’s in the basket? A chicken? A bunny?
+   No, two blue eyes look over the side,
+ Red lips are laughing, head looks so funny,
+   There! The something is trying to hide.
+
+ What’s in the basket? why, who would have thought it?
+   My little baby, with flaxen hair,
+ Hid in the basket, and home papa brought it,
+   High on his shoulder. Well! Well! I declare.
+
+
+
+
+                     +When the Winds are Blowing.+
+
+[Illustration: Mother and baby surrounded by roses]
+
+ Roses red, and roses white,
+   Roses all a-growing,
+ Nodding to my baby bright,
+   When the winds are blowing.
+
+ Little ships upon the sea,
+   Going, coming, coming,
+ One will sail to you and me,
+   When the winds are blowing.
+
+ Little stars up in the sky,
+   Golden twinkles showing,
+ Clouds will hide them by and by,
+   When the winds are blowing.
+
+ Little ripples on the shore,
+   Inward ever flowing,
+ They will change to waves that roar,
+   When the winds are blowing.
+
+ Little baby on my breast,
+   Sorrow all unknowing,
+ May God always guard thy rest;
+   When the winds are blowing.
+
+
+
+
+                               +Supper.+
+
+[Illustration: Children’s faces on a branch]
+
+ The little birds are flying,
+ Each to its nesty home,
+ The light is growing fainter,
+ Come, little Cecil, come.
+ ’Tis time to have your supper,
+ Sister Alice has it here,
+ She will feed you, little brother,
+ Then rock you, baby dear;
+ She will sing till you are sleepy,
+ Sing about all kinds of things,
+ Little boys, and cows, and horses,
+ And birdies with swift wings;
+ Of little boats a-sailing
+ Upon the great wide sea;
+ Of little dancing fairies,
+ As tiny as can be;
+ And then when little Cecil
+ Has drooped his curly head,
+ Gone off to visit Dreamland,
+ She will put him in his bed.
+
+[Illustration: Children embrace]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Alice has little Cecil’s supper ready]
+
+
+
+
+                              +Shadows.+
+
+[Illustration: Silhouette of children dancing]
+
+ Dance shadows, dance to us, bow to us so;
+ Come as we come to you; go when we go;
+ Grow big and little; grow short and grow tall;
+ You shadows that live on the side of the wall.
+
+ Fly shadows, fly from us; fast as we run,
+ You cannot go from us while there is sun;
+ Bob up and down again; fall when we fall;
+ You shadows that live on the side of the wall.
+
+ Hide shadows, hide from us; sun’s in a cloud,
+ You will not play then, you’re growing too proud.
+ Ah! there you come out, first one, and then all;
+ You shadows that live on the side of the wall.
+
+ Play shadows, play with us, just as we say,
+ Mock if you will, you cannot run away,
+ We are quite sure you will come when we call;
+ You shadows that live on the side of the wall.
+
+ Shadows, good-bye to you, we’ll come again,
+ To-morrow, perhaps, if it does not rain,
+ There is no finding you, when rain-drops fall;
+ You shadows that live on the side of the wall.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Children dancing making shadows on a wall]
+
+
+
+
+                          +The Chimney Bird.+
+
+[Illustration: Girl looking at plant]
+
+ Little flying chimney bird,
+ Do you live with soot and smoke?
+ I should think ’twould spoil your wings,
+ Blind your eyes, and make you choke.
+ You have queer taste, on my word,
+ Little, flying chimney bird.
+
+ Little black-capped chimney bird,
+ What a place to build a nest.
+ Good enough for bats, perhaps,
+ They are not so nicely dressed;
+ But for you, it is absurd,
+ Little black-capped chimney bird.
+
+ Little bright-eyed chimney bird,
+ Were I you, I’d take a tree,
+ Like the other birdies do;
+ Don’t you look so pert at me,
+ Just as if you hadn’t heard,
+ Little, saucy chimney bird.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl with doll watching bird fly above]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl perched in a tree]
+
+
+
+
+                           +Where is Milly?+
+
+[Illustration: Looking for Milly]
+
+ Rose-time and daisy-time,
+ Both have come together.
+ O, the thrush and robin songs,
+ O, the golden weather,
+ Em’rald green upon the hills,
+ Deep green in the hollow;
+ Overhead a bird sings out,
+ Follow! Follow! Follow!
+
+ Butterflies, the wild rose hedge
+ Daintily dip over,
+ Yellow banded honey bees
+ Cling about the clover.
+ Flying birds and butterflies,--
+ But where has flown my Milly?
+ Tell me, little bright-eyed bird
+ That sings “Tu whilly-whilly!”
+
+ One sings from the wild rose hedge,
+ And bids me “Follow! Follow!”
+ One flies from the apple-tree,
+ “Tu whilly!” towards the hollow;
+ O, you birds, which one is right?
+ If I may find my Milly,
+ Shall I down the hollow go,
+ Or up the meadow hilly?
+
+ But down the hollow first I went,
+ And like a bird I found her,
+ Perched in a tree, with eglantine
+ Upspringing all around her.
+ And like a bird, she sang so sweet,
+ I think the blossoms missed her,
+ When I had led her home again,
+ And held her close, and kissed her.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Children dressed in warm clothes and hats in the snow]
+
+
+
+
+                                +Snow.+
+
+[Illustration: Children pulling other children seated in sleds]
+
+       Snow! Snow! Snow!
+ On the ground, and in the air,
+ Over children. Do they care?
+ Do they mind it? Not a bit,
+ They are very glad of it.
+ How they laugh, and roll, and shout,
+ Snow-balls flying all about.
+       Oh! Oh! Oh!
+       Snow! Snow! Snow!
+
+       Snow! Snow! Snow!
+ Sleigh-bells jingle, “Boy behind!”
+ Driver laughing, he’ll not mind
+ If the boys do steal a ride.
+ Once a boy he. Ah, he’s spied
+ That small boy, who runs so fast,
+ He will get there too, at last.
+       Now, go, go,
+       Snow! Snow! Snow!
+
+       Snow! Snow! Snow!
+ What a lot of boys and girls,
+ Sparkling eyes, and dancing curls,
+ First one, then another flies
+ Down the hill, and each one cries
+ That his sled can beat them all.
+ Take care, little ones, don’t fall.
+       Such a show,
+       And snow! Snow!
+
+       Snow! Snow! Snow!
+ Somewhere underneath it all,
+ Through the winter, through the fall,
+ Little seeds are fast asleep,
+ Folded warm, and covered deep.
+ When they peep up all around,
+ From the moist, spring-swelling ground,
+       Then we know,
+       ’Tis good-bye snow.
+
+
+
+
+                              +Bed Time.+
+
+[Illustration: Goldenhead says good-night]
+
+ The sunset yonder in the sunset sky,
+   Is bright and red as any robins breast,
+ There is no sign of bird or butterfly,
+   The bees have given up their honey quest,
+ The moon will soon be bringing out her light,
+ ’Tis time for Goldenhead to say Good-night.
+
+ The sun has gone to bed, so tired he;
+   The birds, dear, do not want to sit up late.
+ I’m very sure, that ev’ry baby bee
+   Knows better than to say “Mamma, please wait.”
+ So, if the birds and bees do what is right,
+ My Goldenhead will surely say Good-night.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Back cover shows lots of children and the
+title Bonny Bairns]
+
+
+
+
+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+ 1. Typographical errors were silently corrected
+
+ 2. Contents and illustration captions have been added
+
+ 3. The text version is coded for italics and the like mark-ups i.e.,
+
+     (a) italics are indicated thus _italic_;
+     (b) small-caps are indicated thus +scap+;
+     (c) Images are indicated as [Illustration: (with narration...)]
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78348 ***