At Home And In Kindergarten

BY THEIR FRIEND,

EMILIE POULSSON.

I.--THE LITTLE MEN.

Oh! where are the merry, merry Little Men To join us in our play? And where are the busy, busy Little Men To help us work to-day?

Upon each hand A little band For work or play is ready. The first to come Is Master Thumb; Then Pointer, strong and steady;

Then Tall Man high; And just close by The Feeble Man doth linger; And last of all, So fair and small, The baby--Little Finger.

Yes! here are the merry, merry Little Men To join us in our play; And here are the busy, busy Little Men To help us work to-day.

[Music: THE MERRY LITTLE MEN.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

Oh! where are the merry, merry Little Men To join us in our play? And where are the busy, busy Little Men To help us work to-day?

Upon each hand A little band For work or play is ready. The first to come Is Master Thumb; Then Pointer, strong and steady;

Then Tall Man high; And just close by The Feeble Man doth linger; And last of all, So fair and small, The baby--Little Finger.

Yes! here are the merry, merry Little Men To join us in our play; And here are the busy, busy Little Men To help us work to-day.]

II.--THE LAMBS.

This is the meadow where all the long day Ten little frolicsome lambs are at play.

These are the measures the good farmer brings Salt in, or cornmeal, and other good things.

This is the lambkins' own big water-trough; Drink, little lambkins, and then scamper off!

This is the rack where in winter they feed; Hay makes a very good dinner indeed.

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These are the big shears to shear the old sheep; Dear little lambkins their soft wool may keep.

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Here, with its big double doors shut so tight, This is the barn where they all sleep at night.

[Music: THE LAMBS.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

1. This is the meadow where all the long day Ten little frolicsome lambs are at play. These are the measures the good farmer brings Salt in, or corn meal, and other good things.]

2. This is the lambkins' own big water-trough; Drink, little lambkins, and then scamper off! This is the rack where in winter they feed; Hay makes a very good dinner indeed.

3. These are the big shears to shear the old sheep; Dear little lambkins their soft wool may keep. Here, with its big double doors shut so tight, This is the barn where they all sleep at night.

III.--THE HEN AND CHICKENS.

Good Mother Hen sits here on her nest, Keeps the eggs warm beneath her soft breast, Waiting, waiting, day after day.

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Hark! there's a sound she knows very well: Some little chickens are breaking the shell, Pecking, pecking, pecking away.

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Now they're all out, Oh, see what a crowd! Good Mother Hen is happy and proud, Cluck-cluck, cluck-cluck, clucking away.

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Into the coop the mother must go; But all the chickens run to and fro, Peep-peep, peep-peep, peeping away.

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Here is some corn in my little dish; Eat, Mother Hen, eat all that you wish, Picking, picking, picking away.

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Happy we'll be to see you again, Dear little chicks and good Mother Hen! Now good-by, good-by for to-day.

[Music: THE HEN AND CHICKENS.

EMILIE POULSSON.

CORNELIA C. ROESKE.

1. Good Mother Hen sits here on her nest, Keeps the eggs warm beneath her soft breast, Waiting, waiting, day after day.

2. Hark! there's a sound she knows very well: Some little chickens breaking the shell, Pecking, pecking, pecking away.

3. Now they're all out, oh, see what a crowd! Good Mother Hen is happy and proud, Cluck-cluck, cluck-cluck, clucking away.]

4. Into the coop the mother must go; While all the chickens run to and fro, Peep-peep, peep-peep, peeping away.

5. Here is some corn in my little dish; Eat, Mother Hen, eat all that you wish. Picking, picking, picking away.

6. Happy we'll be to see you again, Dear little chicks and good Mother Hen! Now good-bye, good-bye for to-day.

IV.--THE LITTLE PLANT.

In my little garden bed Raked so nicely over, First the tiny seeds I sow, Then with soft earth cover.

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Shining down, the great round sun Smiles upon it often; Little raindrops, pattering down, Help the seeds to soften.

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