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by Elizabeth Gould
Sing a song of washing up,
Water hot as hot.
Cups and saucers, plates and spoons,
Dishes such a lot 1
Work the dish mop round and round,
Wash them clean as clean
Polish with a dry white cloth,
How busy we have been!
[u]
The Listening Woods
by Ida W. Benham
I looked at the shadowed mosses,
I looked at the nests o'erhead,
I looked at the small brook dreaming
Alone in its sandy bed.
A Logical Song
(or the Conjurer's reason for not getting money)
I would, if I could,
If I couldn't how could I?
I couldn't, without I could, could I?
Could you, without you could, could ye?
Could ye? could ye? Could you, without you could, could ye?
[Λ]
The Brook
by Alfred Tennyson
Grumbling, stumbling, Rustling, hustling,
Fumbling all the day, Bustling as it flows,
Fluttering, stuttering, That it how the brook talks,
Muttering away, bubbling as it goes.
Tugs by James S. Tippet
Chug! Puff! Chugl Busy harbor tugs,
Push, little tug. Like round water bugs,
Chugl Puffl Chug! Hurry here and there,
Pull, strong tug. Working everywhere.
A Lazy Thought by Eve Merriam
There go the grown-ups No wonder
To the office, Grown-ups
To the store. Won't grow up
Subway rush, Any more.
Traffic crash; It takes a lot
Hurry, scurry, Of slow
Worry, flurry. To grow.
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