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Marigold Garden
by: Kate Greenaway
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SUSAN BLUE.
Oh, Susan Blue,
How do you do?
Please may I go for a walk with you?
Where shall we go?
Oh, I know—
Down in the meadow where the cowslips grow!
[5]Little Blue Shoes
Mustn't go
Very far alone, you know
Else she'll fall down,
Or, lose her way;
Fancy—what
Would mamma say?
Better put her little hand
Under sister's wise command.
When she's a little older grown
Blue Shoes may go quite alone.
[6]STREET SHOW.
Puff, puff, puff. How the trumpets blow
All you little boys and girls come and see the show.
One—two—three, the Cat runs up the tree;
But the little Bird he flies away—
"She hasn't got me!"
[7]They saw it rise in the morning,
They saw it set at night,
And they longed to go and see it,
Ah! if they only might.
The little soft white clouds heard them,
And stepped from out of the blue;
And each laid a little child softly
Upon its bosom of dew.
And they carried them higher and higher,
And they nothing knew any more
Until they were standing waiting
In front of the round gold door.
And they knocked, and called, and entreated,
Whoever should be within;
But all to no purpose, for no one
Would hearken to let them in.
[8]THE DAISIES.
You very fine Miss Molly,
What will the daisies say,
If you carry home so many
Of their little friends to-day?
Perhaps you take a sister,
Perhaps you take a brother,
Or two little daisies who
Were fond of one another.
[9]Pray let me introduce you to
This little dancing family;
For morning, afternoon, and night
They danced away so happily.
They twirled round about,
They turned their toes out;
The people wondered what the noise
Could all be about.
They danced from early morning,
Till very late at night;
Both in-doors and out-of-doors,
With very great delight.
[10]And every sort of dance they knew,
From every country far away;
And so it was no wonder that
They should keep dancing all the day.
So dancing—dancing—dancing,
In sunshine or in rain;
And when they all left off,
Why then—they all began again.
[11]GOING TO SEE GRANDMAMMA.
Little Molly and Damon
Are walking so far,
For they're going to see
Their kind Grandmamma.
And they very well know,
When they get there she'll take
From out of her cupboard
Some very nice cake.
And into her garden
They know they may run,
And pick some red currants,
And have lots of fun.
So Damon to doggie
Says, "How do you do?"
And asks his mamma
If he may not go too.
[12]Oh, if you were a little boy,
And I was a little girl—
Why you would have some whiskers grow
And then my hair would curl.
Ah! if I could have whiskers grow,
I'd let you have my curls;
But what's the use of wishing it—
Boys never can be girls.
[13]FIRST ARRIVALS.
It is a Party, do you know,
And there they sit, all in a row,
Waiting till the others come,
To begin to have some fun.
Hark! the bell rings sharp and clear,
Other little friends appear;
And no longer all alone
They begin to feel at home....