Il libro di gioiosa dei bambini . La fata regina delle stagioni. Un MASQUE DELLE STAGIONI REGINA Soh ! Il mio lovelings e piuttosto cari,voi la VE ciascuno un preferito, sembra, in estate e in inverno e primavera e autunno.Che ^s il motivo per cui ho inviarli tutti! [47] Thomas il pretendente Tommy s alluz playin scherzi,un'actina up, un foolin folks;un wunst una volta egli creepIn Pas grande poltrona che fece una notte.Un squint un chiudere gli occhi a tenuta hofe,io ho un dire, ora mi m male ,."r- addormentato. Un nen abbiamo conosciuta, un ma sanno troppo.Egli ainH addormentato non più nè! Un wunst egli clumbed sul nostro back-fenceAn flop le sue braccia un nencommenceTo crow, lik

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The book of joyous children . THE FAIRY QUEEN OF THE SEASONS. A MASQUE OF THE SEASONS QUEEN Soh ! my lovelings and pretty dears, You ve each a favorite, it appears, —Summer and Winter and Spring and Fall.That ^s the reason I send them all! [47] THOMAS THE PRETENDER Tommy s alluz playin jokes, An actin up, an foolin folks;An wunst one time he creepIn Pas big chair, he did, one night.An squint an shut his eyes hofe tight, I i An say, Now I m Ill , .«r- asleep. An nen we knowed, an Ma know too.He ainH asleep no more nyou! An wunst he clumbed on our back-fenceAn flop his arms an nencommenceTo crow, like hes a hen ;But when he failed off, like he done.He did nt fool us childernnone, Ner did nt crow again.An our Hired Man, as he come by.Says, Tom cant crow^ but he kin cryP[48]. t f POKE PA ! PORE PA ! THOMAS THE PRETENDEE An one time wunst Tom tend-like he sHis Pa an goin to rob the bees ; An, first he know—oh, dear !They ist come swarmin out o thereAn sting him, an stick in his hair— An one got in his yeer !—An Uncle sigh an say to Ma, An grease the welts, Pore Pa ! pore Pa ! [51] LITTLE DICK AND THE CLOCK When Dicky was sick . In the night, and the clock, As he listened, said Tick- Atty-tick-atty—tock!He said that it said, Every time it said ^Tick, It said Sick, instead. And he heard it say Sick !And when it said Tick- Atty—tick-atty—tock, He said it said Sick- Atty—sick-atty—sock !And he tried to see then, But the light was too dim.Yet he heard it again— And t was talkinq to him ! And then it said Sick-Atty—sick-atty—sick! You poor little Dick- Atty—Dick-atty—Dick !— Have you got the hick-Atties? Hi! send for Doc[52] LITTLE DICK AND THE CLOCK To hurry up quick- Atty—quick-atty—quock, And heat a hot brick-Atty—brick-atty—bro