The Blind Boy

The Blind Boy

The blind boy o, say what is that called light, Which i must never enjoy. What are the blessing for the sight, O, tell your poor blind boy! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright; I feel him warm but how can he Make it day or night? My…

The Cow

The Cow

The Cow, the friendly cow, all red and white. I love with all my heart. She gives me cream with all her might. To eat with apple-tart. She wanders lowing here and there And yet she cannot stray All in the pleasant open air. The pleasant light of day. And blown ball the winds that…

The Merry Mice

The Merry Mice

The merry mice stay in their holes And hide there all the day: But when the house is still at night, The rogues come out and play, They climb upon the pantry shelf, And taste all they please; They drink the milk that’s set for cream, And nibble bread and cheese. But if they chance…