^oW^U\ were. drowned It grieves me much,such things tosay,—•They never wereseen more.But on the sands, atebb of tide,Their little hatswere found;And so twas knownhow they haddied, —The dollies bothwere drowned. ELIZABETH A. DAVIS. … LITTLE BLOSSOM. This wee bit lady Has a wee bit bonnet;T is made of dainty needlework With a broad frill upon it, -— A Mother Hubbard bonnet!The ruffle flutters round her face, And every breeze that blowsWhispers, Ah, what a funny place To find a white Scotcli rose, — A fresh-blown, white Scotch…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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