30 SONGS FOR THE

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And thus little children should try
To be civil, and patient, and kind ;
And not to be pettish, and cry, |
When they cannot have all to their mind.

  
   
   
   
   
   
   
    
    
  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   

ANN.

“Mother, how can flowers grow ?”
Said little Ann, one day ;

“The fields are covered o’er with snow —
When will it go away?”

MOTHER.

“A few months hence, dear Ann will view,
In the garden now so white,
The yellow cowslip, violet blue,
And daffodil so bright.”

THE BABY-JUMPER.

  

Now, little Georgie, jump up high ;

Never mind, Georgie, mother is by :

Crow and caper, caper and crow,

There, little baby, there you go,

Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,

Upwards and downwards, round and round ;
Then jump, little Georgie, and mother shall sing,
While the gay, merry bells go ting-a-ling-ling.