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200 Children's Song Lyrics, incuding Christian Hymns - online songbook

	SONGS FOR THE NURSERY.		29
	All the day long with your busy contriving, Into all mischief and fun you are driving; See if your wise little noddle can tell What you are good for. Now, ponder it well! Over the carpet the dear little feet Came with a patter to climb on my seat; Two merry eyes, full of frolic and glee, Under their lashes looked up unto me; Two little hands, pressing soft on my face, Drew me down close in a loving embrace; Two rosy lips gave the answer so true, " Good to love you, mamma; good to love you."	But here comes the nurse, who is shaking her head, And frowns at the mischief asleep on her bed; But let's hope when Miss Meddlesome's slumber is
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		She may wake from good dreams, and do mischief no more.
		I LIKE LITTLE PUSSY. Jane Taylob. I like little Pussy, Her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her, She'll do me no harm. So I'll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away, But Pussy and I Very gently will play : She shall sit by my side, And I'll give her some food; And she'll love me because I am gentle and good. I'll pat little Pussy, And then she will purr, And thus show her thanks For my kindness to her; I'll not pinch her ears, Nor tread on her paw, Lest I should provoke her To use her sharp claw ; I never will vex her, Nor make her displeased, For Pussy don't like To be worried or teased.
	LITTLE MISS MEDDLESOME. Little Miss Meddlesome, scattering crumbs, Into the library noisily comes; Twirls off her apron, tilts open some books, And into a work-basket, rummaging, looks. Out go the spools spinning over the floor, Beeswax and needle-case fell out before; She tosses the tape-rule, and plays with the floss, And says to herself, " Now, won't mamma be cross ?" Little Miss Meddlesome climbs to the shelf, Siuce no one is looking, and, mischievous elf! Pulls down the fine vases, the cuckoo-clock stops, And sprinkles the carpet with damaging drops. She turns over the ottoman, frightens the bird, And sees that the chairs in a medley are stirred; Then creeps on a sofa, and all in a heap, Drops, out of her frolicsome mischief, asleep.