The Project Gutenberg eBook of Child Songs of Cheer
Title: Child Songs of Cheer
Author: Evaleen Stein
Illustrator: Antoinette Inglis
Release date: September 27, 2006 [eBook #19389]
Language: English
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Let the Kings have Cloth of Gold, but let us have you!
CHILD SONGS OF CHEER
BY
EVALEEN STEIN
ILLUSTRATIONS BY
ANTOINETTE INGLIS
BOSTON
LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO.
Published, August, 1918
Copyright, 1918,
by Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Co.
These printed pages through,
They are a flock of little birds
I bring to sing to you.
And other times they try
To tell their gladness when their wings
Soar up to seek the sky.
If but a sparrow throng,
Or if among them there's a lark,
To you their songs belong!
Contents
Illustrations
Child Songs of Cheer
UP, LITTLE ONES!
Upon the apple-bough,
Is telling all the world how fair
Are apple-blossoms now;
The honey-dew its sweetness spills
From cuckoo-cups, and all
The crocuses and daffodils
Are drest for festival!
DANDELIONS
Come, and let us make for them a pretty little rhyme!
As the sky when through the blue shine the stars at night!
Met upon a splendid field called "The Cloth of Gold."
Brighter gold than glitters now in our meadows green?
Let the kings have Cloth of Gold, but let us have you!
OUR PUPPIES
Little teeth as white as milk,
Little noses cool and pink,
Little eyes that blink and blink,
Little bodies round and fat,
Little hearts that pit-a-pat,
Surely prettier puppies never
Were before nor can be ever!
THE LOST BALLOON
Has flown away! and very soon
It will be high up as the moon!
Will wonder what it is, and stare?
Perhaps hell say, "Well, I declare!"
Some little boys in yonder star,
And if it floats away so far,
And catch the cord as it goes by!
At any rate I hope they'll try!
THE CIRCUS PROCESSION
The band in front with the big bass drum
And blaring bugles,—there they are,
On golden thrones in a golden car,
Tooting and fluting, oh, how grand!
Hi diddle, diddle!
The fife and the fiddle!
Hurrah, hurrah for the circus band!
And daintily lift their hoofs and dance,
While beautiful ladies with golden curls
Are jingling their bridles of gold and pearls,
And close behind
Come every kind
Of animal cages great and small,
O how I wonder what's in them all!
Is the shaggiest snow-white polar bear!
Woof! but I wonder what we'd do
If his bars broke loose right now, don't you?
And O dear me!
Just look and see
That pink-cheeked lady in skirts of gauze
And the great big lion with folded paws!
O me! O my!
I'm glad that I
Am not in that lion's cage, because
Suppose he'd open his horrible jaws!
—But look! the clown is coming! Of course
Facing the tail of a spotted horse
And shouting out things to make folks laugh,
And grinning up at the tall giraffe
That placidly paces along and looks
Just like giraffes in the picture-books!
Lumbering on as they always do!
The men who lead them look so small
I wonder the elephants mind at all
As they wag their queer
Long trunks, and peer
Through their beady eyes,—folks say they know
No end of things, and I'm sure it's so!
And you never must do a thing that's bad
Or that possibly might make an elephant mad,
For he'll never forgive you, it appears,
And will punish you sure, if it takes him years!
So do not stare
But take good care
To mind your manners, and always try
To smile politely as they go by!
With their bumpy humps like a capital M,
They lurch and sway
And seem to say,
As they wrinkle their noses, long and gray,
"This swaggering stride is quite the plan,
It's the way we walked in the caravan!"
With glittering people throned on high;
So many spangles and precious things,
They surely must all be queens and kings!
They look so proud
Above the crowd,
O my, how fine it must feel to ride
On golden wagons that hide inside
Strange animals caught in cannibal isles
And brought in ships for a million miles!
But hark! it's near
The end, for hear
That sudden screeching in piercing key!
The steaming, screaming cal-li-o-pe!
Just plain pianos sound terribly tame
Beside this one with the wonderful name,
And wouldn't you love some day to sit
In a circus wagon and play on it?
MAY-BASKETS
To the meadows green,
While the wild-flowers still are pearly
With the dewdrops' sheen.
Violets and gay
Cowslips, every pretty posy
Welcoming the May.
Down the village street,
On each door, with laughter merry,
Hang a basket sweet.
Lazy folks, awake!
See the pretty things we bring now
For the May-day's sake!
THE PICTURE-BOOK GIANT
Greedy, grumpy, grizzly giant
In the pages of a picture-book, and he
Sometimes screamed, in sudden rages,
"I must jump out from these pages,
For this life's a much too humdrum one for me!
Fiddle-dee!
Yes, this life's a quite too quiet one for me!"
DID YOU EVER?
Swinging in a cobweb hammock as he napped his noonday nap?
All the honey-dew that glimmered in a golden buttercup?
If you did not, why, how comes it that you never see such things?
DECORATION DAY
Hark the drummers' beat!
See them with their flags and guns
Marching down the street!
Let us follow these
To the little stripes and stars
Twinkling through the trees.
Where the heroes sleep!
Thither gently let us pass
On this day we keep.
All our gardens grow;
Lilacs honey-sweet with dew,
And the lilies' snow.
Every bloomy stem,
Every bud that breaks to-day
Gather now for them.
Lovingly, for so
Down they laid their lives for us,
Long and long ago.
Softly, ere we cease,
God, we pray Thee, gently now
Fold them in Thy peace!
CHU-CHU CARS
Each behind the other, so;
Chu-chu! Chu-chu! there they are,
Passenger and baggage-car,
Chu-chu-chu! the Morris chair
Is the engine puffing there,
Chu-chu! Chu-chu! Ting-a-ling!
Don't you hear its big bell ring?
All aboard! Jump on! if you
Want to take this train. Chu-chu!!
Off we start now, rushing fast
Through the fields and valleys, past
Noisy cities, over bridges,
Hills and plains and mountain ridges,
Chu-chu! Chu-chu! Chu-chu-chu!!
At such speed it must be true
Since we started we have come
Most a million miles from home!
Jump off, some one! Quick! and go
To the pantry, for, you know,
We must have the cookie-jar
For our Pullman dining-car!
FAIRY RINGS
Flitting through the vale,
Fairy folk are roaming
Over hill and dale.
Elves upon the height,
Let us follow, follow
Through the paling light.
To the grassy glade
Wrapped around and hidden
In the forest shade.
Of their little lutes!
Mark the golden twinkle
Of their fairy flutes!
While the silver moon
Tips their swiftly glancing
Little silver shoon!
Where their footprints fall,
Look! the grass is brightly
Growing green and tall!
In a fairy ring,
For to-morrow's token
Of their frolicking!
THE FIREFLY
Trailing light as you flutter far,
Are you a lamp for the fairies, say?
Or a flake of fire from a falling star?
A RAIN SONG
Lightly fall
On the peach buds, pink and small;
Tip the tiny grass, and twinkle
On the clover, green and tall.
Faster now,
Little rain-drops, smite and sprinkle
Cherry-bloom and apple-bough!
Pelt the elms, and show them how
You can dash!
And splash! splash! splash!
While the thunder rolls and mutters,
And the lightnings flash and flash!
Then eddy into curls
Of a million misty swirls,
And thread the air with silver, and embroider it with pearls!
To a quicker time, and clatter
On the streaming window-pane;
Rain, rain,
On the leaves,
And the eaves,
And the turning weather-vane!
Of the gable-peak, and drip
In the garden-bed, and fill
All the cuckoo-cups, and pour
More and more
In the tulip-bowls, and still
Overspill
In a crystal tide until
Every yellow daffodil
Is flooded to its golden rim, and brimming o'er and o'er!
Muffled whir of robin wings,
Or a sweep of silver strings,
Even so,
Take your airy April flight
Through the merry April light,
And melt into a mist of rainy music as you go!