Volume 1 — THE GREAT WALL

The wily Emperor Tsin Chi-hwang He built a wall both great and strong. The steps were narrow, but the wall was stout, So it kept the troublesome Tartars out.

BY ANNA MARION SMITH

“What did you say when you’d made your best bow?” “I opened my mouth and remarked ‘miaow.’” “What did the Queen say in answer to that?” “She screamed a little, and then she said, ‘SCAT!’”

Little boy Blue, awake, awake, And see how merry your charges make! Through field and garden their course they steer, And the mischief they’re doing,—oh dear, oh dear!

Hurry it, hurry it, baker’s man; Bring it to us as quick as you can. I hope it has raisins by way of surprise, And little black currants that look just like eyes.

Here it comes, here it comes, baby mine. Never was cake that was half so fine; Brown as a berry, and hot from the pan,— Thank you, oh thank you, you good baker’s man!

Hickory, dickory, dock, Again he tried the clock, This time,—don’t frown,— The clock ran down! Hickory, dickory, dock.

How shall I go to Babylon? Who will tell me true? Oh, there are trains, and there are boats, And automobiles too.

And one may ride a bicycle, Or go in a balloon; Or one may travel on his feet And get there ’most as soon.

For trains go off the track, you see, And boats go down below; And automobiles go to smash In ways that none may know.

And tires of bicycles go pop, Balloons will go and balk, So taking all in all, I think If I were you, I’d walk.

Hear, hear, they’re drawing near! Just hark to the tramp of feet! So haste about, set tables out, And get them food to eat.

Run, run, the turkey’s done! I hope it is nicely dressed, For those who shirk and will not work Are sure to want the best.