Marigold Garden

FIRST ARRIVALS

 
It is a Party, do you know,
And there they sit, all in a row,
Waiting till the others come,
To begin to have some fun.
 
 
Hark! the bell rings sharp and clear,
Other little friends appear;
And no longer all alone
They begin to feel at home.
 
 
To them a little hard is Fate,
Yet better early than too late;
Fancy getting there forlorn,
With the tea and cake all gone.
 
 
Wonder what they'll have for tea;
Hope the jam is strawberry.
Wonder what the dance and game;
Feel so very glad they came.
 
 
Very Happy may you be,
May you much enjoy your tea.
 

WHEN WE WENT OUT WITH GRANDMAMMA

 
When we went out with Grandmamma—
Mamma said for a treat—
Oh, dear, how stiff we had to walk
As we went down the street.
 
 
One on each side we had to go,
And never laugh or loll;
I carried Prim, her Spaniard dog,
And Tom—her parasol.
 
 
If I looked right—if Tom looked left—
"Tom—Susan—I'm ashamed;
And little Prim, I'm sure, is shocked,
To hear such naughties named."
 
 
She said we had no manners,
If we ever talked or sung;
"You should have seen," said Grandmamma,
"Me walk, when I was young."
 
 
She told us—oh, so often—
How little girls and boys,
In the good days when she was young,
Never made any noise.
 
 
She said they never wished then
To play—oh, indeed!
They learnt to sew and needlework,
Or else to write and read.
 
 
She said her mother never let
Her speak a word at meals;
"But now," said Grandmamma, "you'd think
That children's tongues had wheels
 
 
"So fast they go—clack, clack, clack, clack;
Now listen well, I pray,
And let me see you both improve
From what I've said to-day."
 

TO MYSTERY LAND

 
Oh, dear, how will it end?
Peggy and Susie how naughty you are.
You little know where you are,
Going so far, and so high,
Nearly up to the sky.
Perhaps it's a Giant who lives there,
And perhaps it's a lovely Princess.
But you very well know
You've no business to go;
You'll get yourselves into a mess.
Oh, dear, I'm sure it is true;
Whatever on earth can it matter to you?
For you know it—oh, fie—
That it's naughty to pry
Into other's affairs—
Into other folks houses to go,
Where you know
You're not asked.
So you'd better come back
While there's time, it is plain.
Go home—and be never
So naughty again.
 

FROM MARKET

 
Oh who'll give us Posies,
And Garlands of Roses,
To twine round our heads so gay?
For here we come bringing
You many good wishes to-day.
From market—from market—from market—
We all come up from market.
 

LITTLE PHILLIS

 
I am a very little girl,
I think that I've turned two;
And if you'd like to know my name
I'd like to tell it you.
 
 
They always call me Baby,
But Phillis is my name.
No—no one ever gave it me,
I think it only came.
 
 
I've got a pretty tulip
In my little flower-bed;
If you would like I'll give it you—
It's yellow, striped with red.
 
 
I've got a little kitten, but
I can't give that away,
She likes to play with me so much;
She's gone to sleep to-day.
 
 
And I've got a nice new dolly,
Shall I fetch her out to you?
She's got such pretty shoes on,
And her bonnet's trimmed with blue.
 
 
You'd like to take her home with you?
Oh, no, she mustn't go;
Good-bye—I want to run now,
You walk along so slow.