By Eliza Lee Fallen
And awoke with the morning light.
DING DONG
Ding dong! ding dong!
I'll sing you a song.
Tis about a little bird.
He sat on a tree,
And he sang to me,
And I never said a word.
Ding dong! ding dong!
I'll sing you a song.
'Tis about a little mouse.
He looked very cunning
As I saw him running
About my father's house.
Ding dong! ding dong!
I'll sing you a song.
'Tis about my little kitty.
She's speckled all over,
And I know you'll love her,
For she is very pretty.
To the lark's wild song,
THE ALPHABET
"Come, come, my darling, I must see
How you can say your A, B, C.
Go get your book, and come to me,
And I will hear your E, F, G,
When you have said your A, B, C.
"A, B, C, D, E, F, G,
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P,
Q, R, S, T, U, W, V,
X, Y, and Z Oh dear me,
Yes, you can say your A, B, C."
MORNING TIME
AWAKE, my pet !
What ! slumbering yet,
When the day's so warm and bright ?
The flowers that wept
Before they slept
O'er the darkness of yesternight,
Have listened long
Again and again
Through the window-pane
The jasmine flowers kept peeping
And in at the door,
And along the floor,
The sunny rays came creeping,
So I opened wide
The sash, and tried
To tell them you were sleeping.
Awake, my dear,
The winter drear
Has fled with all things dreary,
But quickly by
The spring will fly,
And soon the birds will weary.
Awake while yet
The dew is wet
And day is young, my deary