# Sing-Song: Minnie Bakes Oaten Cakes

- Source: Sing-Song (sing-song.gutenberg.org), Public domain, Christina Rossetti, pictures by Arthur Hughes, 1872, via Project Gutenberg
- Reading level: Ages 4 to 6
- Subjects: Poems, Animals, Food
- Topics: cherry, look, rose, minnie, playing, while
- Length: 316 words, about 2 min
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Minnie bakes oaten cakes,  
Minnie brews ale,  
All because her Johnny’s coming  
Home from sea.  
And she glows like a rose,  
Who was so pale,  
And “Are you sure the church clock goes?”  
Says she.

## A white hen sitting

A white hen sitting  
On white eggs three:  
Next, three speckled chickens  
As plump as plump can be.

## An owl, and a hawk

An owl, and a hawk,  
And a bat come to see:  
But chicks beneath their mother’s wing  
Squat safe as safe can be.

## Currants on a bush

Currants on a bush,  
And figs upon a stem,  
And cherries on a bending bough,  
And Ned to gather them.

## Playing at bob cherry

Playing at bob cherry  
Tom and Nell and Hugh:  
Cherry bob! cherry bob!  
There’s a bob for you.

## Tom bobs a cherry

Tom bobs a cherry  
For gaping snapping Hugh,  
While curly-pated Nelly  
Snaps at it too.

## Look, look, look—

Look, look, look—  
Oh what a sight to see!  
The wind is playing cherry bob  
With the cherry tree.

## I have but one rose in the world

I have but one rose in the world,  
And my one rose stands a-drooping:  
Oh, when my single rose is dead  
There’ll be but thorns for stooping.

## Rosy maiden Winifred

Rosy maiden Winifred,  
With a milkpail on her head,  
Tripping through the corn,  
While the dew lies on the wheat  
In the sunny morn.  
Scarlet shepherd’s-weatherglass  
Spreads wide open at her feet  
As they pass;  
Cornflowers give their almond smell  
While she brushes by,  
And a lark sings from the sky  
“All is well.”

## Blind from my birth

Blind from my birth,  
Where flowers are springing  
I sit on earth  
All dark.  
Hark! hark!  
A lark is singing,  
His notes are all for me,  
For me his mirth:—  
Till some day I shall see  
Beautiful flowers  
And birds in bowers  
Where all Joy Bells are ringing.

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## Picture credits

- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
- Arthur Hughes, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/76703/pg76703-images.html>)
