T, about the place,Truth is written on my face ; Tick-tock, tick-tock.That is what it says. I m a very active clock, For I go while you re asleep,Though you never take a peep; Tick-tock, tick-tock.That is what it says. I m a most obliging clock ;If you wish to hear me strike,You may do it when you… … UTTLE MAT, THIS strange little boy with, a ragged old hat,Bare feet and torn pants, is poor little Mat;His home, oer the seas, was a rude hut of clav, •/ Where on a hard pallet his feeble limbs lay. 168 HOME SONGS. His food was potatoes with bitter brown bread,And nightly his prayers to a picture…
Children's poetry
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