Hoop-La!

Hoop-la! Hoop-la! Oh, what lots of fun, Rodman is the circus man, That makes the horses run.

Hoop-la! Hoop-la! Jeannette is going through, Rodman holds the hoop for her, That’s the way they do.

Hoop-la! Hoop-la! What a dashing horse, We would like to watch it go Round again, of course.

Hoop-la! Hoop-la! Who’s the second one? Jeannette must go round again. And then the play is done.

PAPA’S DINNER.

Through the grassy meadows, Betty, Kate, and Ray, Carry papa’s dinner, While he rakes the hay.

Round about the flowers, Hums a busy bee, Busy birds are feeding Hungry birdies wee.

Busy in the hay-field, Papa rakes the hay, Ready for his dinner, It is high noon-day.

“Hear the roosters crowing, Twelve o’clock,” says Ray, “Yes, indeed,” says Katie, “That is what they say.”

“Papa will be waiting, Hungry too, I know, Hurry little brother, We must not walk slow.”

So they go to papa, Through the sweet new hay. When he eats his dinner, Home again go they.

DREAM-LAND.

Where has my dear little baby gone? Gone off to sleepy-land all alone. What will my dear little baby do? Play with the dreams, and laugh at them too. Over in sleepy-land, over and under, Dreams chase each other away, Over in dream-land, sleepy eyes wonder, To see all the dreams at play. Sleepy-land, dream-land, Dream-land, sleepy-land, Dear little baby has gone.

GERTRUDE’S WALK.

Janey is taking Gertrude to walk, Round her the butterflies hover, Leaves clap their hands when she comes their way, The faint blowing breezes love her.

Dear little Gertrude, so happy she, Oh, what should we do without her, The soft blue sky is over her head, Blossoms are blooming about her.

Glad little face, and wondering eyes, Baby, there’s so much before you. Even the roses look as if they Said, “Don’t you know we adore you.”

You are a rosebud, you baby sweet, No wonder the roses love you, No wonder the birdies fly so near, To sing in the trees above you.

The birds, the breezes, the butterflies, Roses, and violets blue, dear, They all were made for the babies wee, And so they belong to you, dear.

COME TO HUGH.

One, two, three, Let me see, If little sister Can come to me.

There you go, That’s it—so. Don’t fall Lulu, Only walk slow.

One step, two, There I knew. Don’t be afraid, Come here to Hugh.

Thought you could, If you would, Mama’ll be glad. Here she comes, good.