Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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The little Coward.
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The little Coward.
Why, here's a foolish little man,
Laugh at him, Donkey, if you can;
And cat, and dog, and cow, and calf,
Come, ev'ry one of you and laugh:
Laugh at him, Donkey, if you can;
And cat, and dog, and cow, and calf,
Come, ev'ry one of you and laugh:
For, only think, he runs away
If honest Donkey does but bray!
And when the bull begins to bellow,
He's like a crazy little fellow!
If honest Donkey does but bray!
And when the bull begins to bellow,
He's like a crazy little fellow!
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Poor Brindle cow can hardly pass
Along the hedge, to nip the grass,
Or wag her tail to lash the flies,
But off the little booby hies!
Along the hedge, to nip the grass,
Or wag her tail to lash the flies,
But off the little booby hies!
And when old Tray comes running too,
With, bow, wow, wow, for how d'ye do,
And means it all for civil play,
'Tis sure to make him run away!
With, bow, wow, wow, for how d'ye do,
And means it all for civil play,
'Tis sure to make him run away!
But all the while you're thinking, may be,
“Ah! well, but this must be a baby.”
Oh! cat, and dog, and cow, and calf,
I'm not surprised to see you laugh,
He's five years old, and almost half.
“Ah! well, but this must be a baby.”
Oh! cat, and dog, and cow, and calf,
I'm not surprised to see you laugh,
He's five years old, and almost half.
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