Identifier: poemsmychildren00john (find matches)
Title: Poems my children love best of all
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Johnson, Clifton, 1865-1940, ed
Subjects: Children's poetry. (from old catalog)
Publisher: New York, L. A. Noble
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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e Taylor. MY DOG I have a little dog, With soft, long hair that curls,And bright, black, sparkling eyes, And he loves little girls. He never snarls or bites, His temper is so mildAnd he dearly loves to play With every little child. And in the morning early, Hes sure—this funny pup,To say, Bow-wow, Miss Mary Tis time that you were up. 74 Little Folks Book of Verse MY DOLL I have a little doll, I take care of her clothes;And she has flaxen hair, And her name is Rose. She has pretty violet eyes And a very small noseAnd a sweet little mouth, And her name is Rose. She has a little bed, And when the daylight goesI tuck her up in it, And say, Good night, dear Rose. WHAT THE BURDOCK WAS GOOD FOR Good for nothing, the farmer said, As he made a sweep at the burdocks head; But then, it is best, no doubt, To come some day and root it out. So he lowered his scythe, and went his way To see his corn or gather his hay; And the weed grew safe and strong and tall Close by the side of the garden wall.
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My Doll The Golden Rule 75 Good for home, cried the little toad,As he hopped up out of the dusty road.He had just been having a dreadful fright—The boy who gave it was yet in sight.Here it was cool and dark and green,The safest kind of a leafy screen.The toad was happy, For, said he,This burdock was plainly meant for me. Good for a prop, the spider thought, And to and fro with care he wrought, Till he fastened it well to an evergreen And spun his cables fine between. Twas a beautiful bridge—a triumph of skill— And flies came round, as idlers will. The spider lurked in his corner dim; The more that came the better for him. Good for play, said the child, perplextTo know what frolic was coming next.So she gathered the burrs that all despised,And her city playmates were quite surprisedTo see what a beautiful basket or chairCould be made with a little time and care.They ranged their treasures about with pride,And played all day by the burdocks side. THE GOLDEN RULE Be you to others k

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