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How many days has my baby to play?
Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
I wake up in the morning early,
And always, the very first thing.
I poke out my head, and I sit up in bed,
And I sing, and I sing, and I sing.
God made little Robin.
In the days of spring.
“Please,” said little Robin,
“When am I to sing?”
God then spoke to Robin,
“You must sing always,
But your sweetest carol
Keep for wintry days.”
God heard Robin singing
Such a welcome song,
“Cheer up, little children;
Summer won’ t be long.”
God loves all the children,
And it makes Him glad
If they sing like Robin
When the days are sad.
——Florence Hoatson
Happy as a robin, gentle as a dove;
That ’s the kind of little child
Every one will love.
Mix a pancake,
Stir a pancake,
Pop it in the pan.
Fry the pancake,
Toss the pancake,
Catch it, if you can.
Flip, flop; flip, flop!
Pancake tossing time!
Toss them up and catch them quick.
And sing a pancake rhyme.
Flip! for William Henry!
Flop! for Mary Ann!
Toss them up and catch them quick;
The pancake ’s in the pan.
When the wind blows,
Then the mill goes;
When the wind drops,
Then the mill stops.
He ran up the candle stick
The little mousie brown,
To steal and eat tallow
And he couldn ’t get down.
He called for his grandma,
But his grandma was in town;
So he doubled up into a wheel
And rolled himself down.
Yellow chicks, baby things,
Bits of fluff and feather
Underneath their mother ’s wing
Cuddled up together!
Never mind the wind and rain,
Cold or any other!
Everything is bright again
Cuddled up to mother.
——Florence Hoatson
A little tiny bird
With sweet and cheerful song,
God watches, thinks, and cares for
All the day long.
A little helpless babe
That knows not right from wrong,
God wakes a mother ’s love for
All the day long.
A little trustful child
Singing to God his song,
God loves to hear the music.
All the day long.
——H. King Lewis