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Identifier: cradlesongs00baby (find matches)
Title: Cradle songs
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Babyland. (from old catalog)
Subjects: Nursery rhymes
Publisher: Boston, D. Lothrop and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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I know you have triedEach tree on thelawn, Yet not one of you allHave picked up astraw —Such improvidentbirdsI neer before saw. But I hope you see nowThat it would be bestTo let your play goAnd build you a nest ___ ^f: WHAT THE GRASSES SAID. Who can hear the grass talk ? Very few, I know;Yet it whispers every day, Sweet and soft and low. And one day I heard it; Shall I tell you when?I lay on the grass to read, And I heard it then. Everything was pleasant;Bright the sun did shine; WHAT THE GRASSES SAID. Dew lay in the flowers eyes,Heavy sleep in mine; So I gently shut them; Soon they opened wide;For I heard the grasses talk Fast on every side ! This is what they talked about:Oh, what pleasant weather! Lift your heads up to the sun,Nod and wave together! Were so glad that we are grass,Cool and soft and green; Oh, how sad the earth would lookIf no grass were seen!
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WHAT THE GRASSES SAID. And we love the summer warm,But, oh, dear! oh, dear ! What will little grasses doWhen winter cold is here? How the wind will whistleRound about our heads ! Oh its very hard to haveNo covers on our beds ! Then the wise red-rose bushTall, and rough and old, Shook his head, and kindly said, You will not be cold, For God sends a blanket warmFor every blade of grass, WHAT THE GRASSES SAID. Soft and light, and white as wool;Not a blade Hell pass! Whats the blanket made of ? Quick! we want to know! Why, my dears, the rose-bush said, Gods blanket is the snow. — J. S. TAB-BYS LULL-A-BY. Wash-wash-you-cat, Now this side, now that!Wash-wash-you-cat, Keep clean and grow fat Four lit-tle ears, And eight lit-tle paws,Two small nos-es, And for-ty sharp claws, TAB-BY S LULL-A-BY. Give moth-ers tonguegreat deal to do.So hush ! keep still,And Ill sing to you : Purr-r! purr-r! hi a sil-ver house,Moth-er once saw A lit-tle white mouse, Soft white fur, And lit-tle pink eyes,So rou

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