OLD DAME CRICKET. Old Dame Cricket,Down in a thicket. Brought up her children nine,—Queer little chaps.In glossy black caps And brown little suits so fine. My children, she said, The birds are abed :Go and make the dark earth glad ! Chirp while you can ! And then she began,Till, oh, what a concert… … Nice children/ she said,And very well-bred. My darlings have done their best.Their naps they must takeThe birds are awake; And they can sing all the rest. GEOEGE COOPER.
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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