Baby Chatterbox

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Title: Baby Chatterbox
Author: Anonymous
Release Date: September 11, 2005 [EBook #16681]
Language: English
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BABY CHATTERBOX
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BABY CHATTERBOX
NEW YORK?R. WORTHINGTON?770 BROADWAY
Copyright by R. Worthington, 1880.
Transcriber's Note: the following corrections were made to the text:
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THE NEW BABY.
A new little baby came down from the sky--?Came down from the sky in the night.?A soft little baby, with violet eyes,?Shining, and pure, and white.
But how did the little new baby get?Down here from the depths of the sky??She couldn't have come alone, you know,?For she's much too young to fly.
Oh! the angels carried her down in their arms?From the far-away, beautiful blue;?Brought her down from the arms of God,?A present to me and to you.
So, you see, we must kiss the baby,?And give her a lot of love,?That she may not need the angels?Till she meets them again above.
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DOLLY'S PROMENADE.
"Dolly, my dearest, you really must walk,?You shall not be lazy, you never will talk;?And, as I've got all the talking to do,?I think you might please me by walking, don't you?
"So, dolly, come out to the paddock with me,?I'll show you the apples that grow on the tree,?I'll show you the bees, and the butterflies, too,?The hills all so purple, the sky all so blue.
"You must walk, dolly, dear; see, your shoes are so gay;?You only have worn them twice since your birthday.?Red hat and red feather--now come, if you please,?Gently, my dolly, we learn by degrees."
Ah! now you walk so very nicely, my dear,?You soon will be going as fast as a deer,?And then such racing, we will have all day long,?Playing "tag" in the very midst of the throng.
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WHERE DID IT COME FROM?
Hop, hop, hop! In it came at the window, the dearest?little yellow canary, not a bit afraid; chirping,?turning its pretty head this way and that, and asking its?little bird questions which nobody could understand.
George, and Winifred, and little Bruce were all filled?with delight and amazement at the small visitor. Wise?George flew to shut the window, kind Winny ran for?cake, and solemn Bruce took his finger out of his mouth?and stared.
Meanwhile Dicky sidled, and fluttered, and chattered,?and at last showed he was used to society by setting?down on George's finger, winking at Bruce, and making?a good meal of Winny's cake.
"Do you think he can have flown straight from the?Canary Islands?" asked Winny.
But George shook his head; it was too far.
But still they had a feeling that the little visitor was?a sort of emigrant, who must be led to settle at Fairleigh?Cottage; and Winny ran to ask her mother for the half-crown out of her money-box to buy him a cage.
"Mother's coming," she said. "She thinks Birdie?belongs to some one else, because he is so tame."
"But there are no canaries in the village, except the?schoolmaster's pair," said wise George; "and this little?beauty is not one of them. I really think this bird must?have come to look for a home."
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Stands over Apples,?So rosy and round.
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Begins the word Berries,?Which grow near the ground.
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Commences Cherries,?They grow upon trees.
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Date-Palms or Desert,?Spell which word you please.
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THE DUCKS.
One little black duck,?One little gray,?Six little white ducks?Running out to play.?One white lady-duck, motherly and trim,?Eight little baby-ducks bound for a swim.
One little white duck?Running from the water,?One very fat duck--?Pretty little daughter;?One very grave duck, swimming off alone,?One little white duck, standing on a stone.
One little white duck?Holding up its wings,?One little bobbing duck?Making water-rings;?One little black duck, turning round its head,?One big black duck--see, he's gone to bed.?One little lady-duck, motherly and trim,?Eight little baby-ducks bound for a swim.?One lazy black duck, taking quite a nap,?One precious duck, here on mother's lap.
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IN TROUBLE.
In terrible trouble is baby:?Full loudly he screams and he cries;?His breakfast is lost, and replace it?He cannot,--however he tries.
The cup of warm milk all so tempting,?Stood safe but a moment ago;?In his haste he leant over to grasp it,?But instead threw it all down below.
At once he burst forth into weeping,?And heart-rending shrieks loud and shrill;?He saw not a kind hand was near him?The empty cup soon to refill.
Dear baby! too often we elders,?Like you, break our hearts without need,?And see not the Hand that provides us?Our food in sweet harvests and seed.
If a check ever lessens our plenty,?And wasted our crops ever lie,?Then, forgetful of all our past blessings,?How hastily rises our cry!
Ah! dry we our blinding tears, baby,?Look up to