Greenaway, Kate, 1846-1901 · London & New York : F. Warne & co. · leaf 18
And there they sit, all in a row,Waiting till the others come,To begin to have some fun. Hark ! the bell rings sharp and clear.Other little friends appear :And no longer all aloneThey begin to feel at home. To them a little hard is Fate,Yet better early than too late ;Fancy getting there… … WHEN WE WENT OUT WITH GRANDMAMMA. WHEN we went out with Grandmamma— One on each side we had to go,Mamma said for a treat— And never laugh or loll; OK, dear, how stiff we had to walk 1 carried Prim, her Spaniard dog As we went down the street. And Tom—her parasol.
Nursery rhymes
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