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I'm a Little Teapot Lyrics I'm a little teapot Short and stout Here is my handle Here is my spout When

I get all steamed up Hear me shout "Tip me over and pour me out!" You Are My Sunshine The other night dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms But when I woke dear I was mistaken And I hung my head and cried You are my sunshine my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are grey You never know dear how much i love you So please don't take my sunshine away I'll always love you And make you happy If you will only same the same But leave me and love another And you'll regret it all someday You are my sunshine my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are grey You never know dear how much i love you So please don't take my sunshine away In my dreams dear, you seem to leave me When i awake my poor heart pains So when you come back and make me happy

I'll forgive you dear,i'll take the blame You are my sunshine my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are grey You never know dear how much i love you So please don't take my sunshine away Banana Boat Song (Day-O) Come mister tally man tally me bananas Day is breaking I wanna go home Come here for work, i didn't come here for to idle Day is Breaking i wanna go home Three han' Four han' Five han bunch! Six han seven han eight han bunch! Day is breaking i wanna go home. So check them and check them but with caution! Day is breaking I wanna go home My back is breaking with bare exhaustion Day is breaking i wanna go home I wanna go home.

The Bird by Count Lyof N. Tolstoi It was Serozha's birthday, and he received many different gifts; peg tops, and hobby horses, and pictures. But Serozha's uncle gave him a gift that he prized above all the rest - it was a trap for snaring birds. The trap was constructed in such a way that a board was fitted on the frame and shut down upon the top. If seed was scattered on the board, and the trap was put out in the yard, the little bird would fly down, hop upon the board, the board would give way, and the trap would shut with a clap. Serozha was delighted, and he ran into the house to show his mother the trap. His mother said: "It is not a good plaything. What do you want to do with birds? Why do you want to torture them?" "I am going to put them in a cage," Serozha said. "They will sing, and I will feed them." He got some seed, scattered it on the board, and set the trap in the garden. And he stood by and expected the birds to fly down. But the birds were afraid of him and would not come near the cage. Serozha ran in to get something to eat, and left the cage. After dinner he went to look at it. The cage had shut, and in it a little bird was beating against the bars.

Serozha took up the bird, and carried it into the house. "Mother, I have caught a bird!" he cried. "I think it is a nightingale, and how its heart beats!" His mother said it was a wild canary. "Be careful! Don't hurt it you would better let it go." "No," he said. "I am going to give it something to eat and drink." Serozha put the bird in a cage, and for two days gave it seed and water, and cleaned the cage. But on the third day he forgot all about it, and did not change the water. And his mother said, "See here, you have forgotten your bird. You would better let it go." Serozha thrust his hand in the cage and began to clean it, but the little bird was frightened and fluttered. After Serozha had cleaned the cage, he went to get some water. His mother saw that he had forgotten to shut the cage door, and she called after him. "Serozha, shut up your cage, else your bird will fly out and hurt itself." She had hardly spoken the words when the bird found the door, was delighted, spread its wings, and flew around the room toward the window. Serozha came running in, picked up the bird, and put it back in the cage. The bird was still alive, but it lay on its breast, with its wings spread out, and breathed heavily.

Serozha looked and looked at it, and began to cry. "Mother, what can I do now?" he asked. "You can do nothing now," she replied. Serozha stayed by the cage all day. He did nothing but look at the bird. And all the time the bird lay on its breast and breathed hard and fast. When Serozha went to bed, the bird was dead. Serozha could not get to sleep for a long time; every time that he shut his eyes he seemed to see the bird still lying and sighing. In the morning when Serozha went to his cage, he saw the bird lying on its back, with its legs crossed, and all stiff. After that Serozha never again snared birds. The Old Witch There was once a little girl who was very willful and who never obeyed when her elders spoke to her - so how could she be happy? One day she said to her parents, "I have heard so much of the old witch that I will go and see her. People say she is a wonderful old woman, and has many marvelous things in her house, and I am very curious to see them."' But her parents forbade her going, saying, "The witch is a wicked

old woman, who performs many godless deeds - and if you go near her, you are no longer a child of ours." The girl, however, would not turn back at her parents' command, but went to the witch's house. When she arrived there the old woman asked her: "Why are you so pale?" "Ah," she replied, trembling all over, "I have frightened myself so with what I have just seen." "And what did you see?" inquired the old witch. "I saw a black man on your steps." "That was a collier," replied she. "Then I saw a gray man." "That was a sportsman," said the old woman. "After him I saw a blood-red man." "That was a butcher," replied the old woman. "But, oh, I was most terrified," continued the girl, "when I peeped through your window, and saw not you, but a creature with a fiery head." "Then you have seen the witch in her proper dress," said the old woman. "For you I have long waited, and now you shall give me light." So saying the witch changed the little girl into a block of wood, and then threw it on the fire. When it was fully alight, she sat down on the hearth and warmed herself, saying:

"How good I feel! The fire has not burned like this for a long time!"

Grandmas Christmas Gifts Grandma Burns sat knitting busily in the sun one bright morning the week before Christmas. The snow lay deep, and the hard crust glistened like silver. All at once she heard little sighs of grief outside her door. When she opened it there sat Peter and Jimmy Rice, two very poor little boys, with their faces in their hands; and they were crying. "My patience!" cried grandma. "What can be the matter with two bright little boys this sunny morning?" "We don't have no good times," sighed little Peter. "We can't slide. We haven't any sleds," whimpered Jimmy. "Why, of course boys can't have a good time without sleds," said grandma, cheerily. "Let us look about and see if we can't find something." And grandma's cap-border bobbed behind barrels and boxes in the shed and all among the cobwebs in the garret; but nothing could be found suitable. "Hum! I do believe this would do for little Pete;" and the dear old lady drew a large, pressed-tin pan off the top shelf in the pantry. A long, smooth butter-tray was found for Jimmy. Grandma shook her cap-border with

laughter to see them skim over the hard crust in their queer sleds. And the boys shouted and swung their hands as they flew past the window. "I do expect they'll wear 'em about through," murmured grandma; "but boys must slide,that's certain." And the pan was scoured as bright as a new silver dollar and the red paint was all gone off the wooden tray when Peter and Jimmy brought their sleds back. Grandma knitted faster than ever all that day, and her face was bright with smiles. She was planning something. She went to see Job Easter that night. He promised to make two small sleds for the pair of socks she was knitting. When the sleds were finished she dyed them red and drew a yellow horse upon each one. Grandma called them horses, but no one would have suspected it. Then the night before Christmas she drew on her great socks over her shoes to keep her from slipping, put on her hood and cloak, and dragged the little sleds over to Peter and Timmy's house. She hitched them to the doorlatch, and went home laughing all the way. I am taken from a mine, and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released, and yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I? -pencil lead

When one does not know what it is, then it is something; but when one knows what it is, then it is nothing. -riddle It lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, and is born in air. What is it? -an echo

And what does Mother do? Lay out the money. And what does baby do? Eat up the honey.

Above the Bright Blue Sky ~Albert Midlane There's a Friend for little children Above the bright blue sky, A Friend who never changes Whose love will never die; Our earthly friends may fail us, And change with changing years, This Friend is always worthy Of that dear name he bears. There's a home for little children Above the bright blue sky, Where Jesus reigns in glory, A home of peace and joy; No home on earth is like it, Nor can with it compare; And everyone is happy, Nor could be happier there. What Does the Bee Do? ~Christina Rossetti What does the bee do? Bring home honey. And what does Father do? Bring home money.

A Child's Evening Prayer ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, God grant me grace my prayers to say: O God! preserve my mother dear In strength and health for many a year; And, O! preserve my father too, And may I pay him reverence due; And may I my best thoughts employ To be my parents' hope and joy; And O! preserve my brothers both From evil doings and from sloth, And may we always love each other Our friends, our father, and our mother: And still, O Lord, to me impart An innocent and grateful heart, That after my great sleep I may Awake to thy eternal day! Amen..