Sing-Song: My Clothes Are Soft and Warm

My clothes are soft and warm,
Fold upon fold,
But I’m so sorry for the poor
Out in the cold.

I dug and dug amongst the snow

I dug and dug amongst the snow,
And thought the flowers would never grow;
I dug and dug amongst the sand,
And still no green thing came to hand.

Melt, O snow! the warm winds blow

Melt, O snow! the warm winds blow
To thaw the flowers and melt the snow
But all the winds from every land
Will rear no blossom from the sand.

A city plum is not a plum

A city plum is not a plum;
A dumb-bell is no bell, though dumb
A party rat is not a rat;
A sailor’s cat is not a cat;
A soldier’s frog is not a frog;
A captain’s log is not a log.

Your brother has a falcon

Your brother has a falcon,
Your sister has a flower;
But what is left for mannikin,
Born within an hour?

I’ll nurse you on my knee, my knee

I’ll nurse you on my knee, my knee,
My own little son;
I’ll rock you, rock you, in my arms,
My least little one.

Hear what the mournful linnets say

Hear what the mournful linnets say:
“We built our nest compact and warm.
But cruel boys came round our way
And took our summerhouse by storm.

“They crushed the eggs so neatly laid

“They crushed the eggs so neatly laid;
So now we sit with drooping wing,
And watch the ruin they have made,
Too late to build, too sad to sing.”

Hop-o’-my-thumb and little Jack Horner

Hop-o’-my-thumb and little Jack Horner,
What do you mean by tearing and fighting?
Sturdy dog Trot close round the corner,
I never caught him growling and biting.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.
Love is like a rose the joy of all the earth;
Faith is like a lily lifted high and white,
Love is like a lovely rose the world’s delight;
Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.