Volume 1 — COUNTING APPLE-SEEDS

One, I love, Two, I love, Three, I love, I say, Four, I love with all my heart, And five, I cast away; Six, he loves, Seven, she loves, Eight, they both love; Nine, he comes, Ten, he tarries, Eleven, he courts, Twelve, he marries; Thirteen, wishes, Fourteen, kisses, All the rest little witches.

TWINS By Lucy Fitch Perkins

Here’s a baby! Here’s another! A sister and her infant brother. Which is which ’tis hard to tell, But “mother” knows them very well.

IN JULY. BY A. S. WEBBER.

10 Ten little fire crackers Standing in a line, One thought he’d light a match Then—— There were nine.

9 Nine little fire crackers Walking very straight, One caught an engine spark Then—— There were eight.

8 Eight little fire crackers Trying to spell “LEAVEN,” One went too near the gas, Then—— There were seven.

7 Seven little fire crackers Cutting up tricks, One played with lighted punk Then—— There were six.

6 Six little fire crackers Glad they are alive, One went to have a smoke Then There were five.

5 Five little fire crackers Wishing there were more, One went to find a friend Then There were four.

4 Four little fire crackers Merry as could be, One played upon the hearth Then There were three.

3 Three little fire crackers Puzzled what to do, One started the kitchen fire Then There were two.

2 Two little fire crackers Looking for some fun, One met a little boy Then There was one.

1 One little fire cracker Sat him down to cry, ’Tis such a risky thing To live In July.

Priscilla Penelope Powers one day Took tea at a neighbor’s just over the way. Two pieces of pie they urged her to take, And seven whole slices of chocolate cake! “Oh, dear,” sighed Priscilla Penelope Powers, “I wish I was your little girl ’stead of ours!” Mrs. John T Van Sant.

Winkelman Von Winkel is the wisest man alive, He Knows that one and one make two, and two and three make five; He knows that water runs down hill, that the sun sets in the west, And that for winter weather wear, one’s winter clothes are best; In fact, he does not mingle much with common folk around, Because his learning is so great—his wisdom so profound. Clara Odell Lyon.