Days of Birth

MONDAY'S child is fair of face,

Tuesday's child is full of grace,

Wednesday's child is full of woe,

Thursday's child has far to go,

Friday's child is loving and giving,

Saturday's child works hard for its living,

And a child that's born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good and gay.

Days of the Month

THIRTY days hath September,
April, June, and November;

All the rest have thirty-one ;
February twenty-eight alone,-
Except in leap-year, at which time
February's days are twenty-nine.

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Old Rhyme.

Old Rhyme.

The Months

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ANUARY brings the snow,

Makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,

Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes loud and shrill,

Stirs the dancing daffodil.

April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy dams.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hands with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.

August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.

Warm September brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

Fresh October brings the pheasant,
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire and Christmas treat.

Old Rhyme.

Pippa's Song

THE year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;

Morning's at seven ;

The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his heaven-

All's right with the world.

Robert Browning.

The First of May

HE fair maid who, the First of May,

THE

Goes to the fields at break of day,

And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree,
Will ever after handsome be.

Oxfordshire Children's May Song

SPRING is coming, spring is coming,

Birdies, build your nest;

Weave together straw and feather,

Doing each your best.

Spring is coming, spring is coming,

Flowers are coming too:

Pansies, lilies, daffodillies,

Now are coming through.

Old Rhyme.

Spring is coming, spring is coming,
All around is fair;

Shimmer and quiver on the river,

Joy is everywhere.

We wish you a happy May.

Country Rhyme.

Child's Song in Spring

'HE silver birch is a dainty lady,

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She wears a satin gown;

The elm tree makes the old churchyard shady,

She will not live in town.

The English oak is a sturdy fellow,
He gets his green coat late;
The willow is smart in a suit of yellow,
While brown the beech trees wait.

Such a gay green gown God gives the larches-
As green as He is good!

The hazels hold up their arms for arches
When Spring rides through the wood.

The chestnut's proud, and the lilac's pretty,
The poplar's gentle and tall,

But the plane tree's kind to the poor dull city

I love him best of all!

E. Nesbit.

Baby Seed Song

LITTLE brown brother, oh! little brown brother,

Are you awake in the dark?

Here we lie cosily, close to each other :

Hark to the song of the lark

"Waken!" the lark says, “waken and dress you ;

Put on your green coats and gay,

Blue sky will shine on you, sunshine caress you—
Waken! 'tis morning-'tis May!"

Little brown brother, oh! little brown brother,
What kind of flower will you be?

I'll be a poppy-all white, like my mother;
Do be a poppy like me.

What! you're a sun-flower? How I shall miss you

When you're grown golden and high!

But I shall send all the bees up to kiss you;

Little brown brother, good-bye.

E. Nesbit.

Two Apple-Howling Songs

Sung in Orchards by the Apple-Howlers on Twelfth Day

I. SURREY

HERE stands a good apple tree.

Stand fast at root,

Bear well at top;

Every little twig

Bear an apple big;