Our Story Book: Jingles, Stories and Rhymes for Little Folks - Various

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      Afterwards they made a huge sandcastle, and Jackie sat at the top of it, singing: “I'm the King of the Castle!” at the top of his voice.

      Presently he began to examine some shells and treasures which he had been collecting in his pail, and was so intent on this, that he did not notice how quickly the tide had come in.

      When he looked up he found, somewhat to his horror, that he was quite surrounded by water.

      The castle was soon washed away; but not before the “King” was rescued from his perilous position.

      Father waded out, and pick-a-backed him safely ashore.

      That was the little sailor's first adventure at sea!

      The last time for Jackie to sail his boat came all too soon for him, and the next day the children found themselves back in old England once more.

      But they hope some day to return for another delightful holiday to the dear little French fishing village where they spent such a pleasant time.

      Constance M. Lowe.

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      There lived some twins named Joan and Jack,

      And they were eight years old;

      Jack's curly hair was black as black,

      While Joan's was fair like gold.

      Their mother said to them one day—

      “Dears, walk to Russett Hall

      And take these eggs to Mrs. Gray,

      Mind, don't you let them fall.”—

      The children started off with pride,

      The basket was so big,

      That carefully each held a side,

      Until they met a pig.

      “Why, he's escaped from Farmer Brown,”

      Cried Jack, “that's very wrong!”

      And so they put the basket down,

      To chase the pig along.

      And when they'd sent him back again,

      Joan found a pretty flow'r,

      Then off they wandered down a lane,

      And played for half an hour.

      On, on they walked, and looked around.

      An orchard was near by,

      With apples lying on the ground,

      And others hanging high.

      They scrambled through the fence, alas!

      T'was very wrong 'tis true,

      But Farmer Brown soon chanced to pass,

      And roared “Be off, you two!”

      They rushed away, just like the wind,

      Then Joan exclaimed “Oh, dear,

      We've left the basket far behind,

      It will be gone, I fear!”

      They hurried back with all their might,

      “Hurrah! it's here,” Jack cried,

      Yes, it was safe, to their delight,

      With all the eggs inside!

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      Five little frogs were sent to school

      Upon a winter day,

      Their shoes were light and their pinafores white,

      And their hearts were bright and gay;

      And their mother stood by the door to watch,

      And said, “Don't stop to play.”

      So the five little frogs ran merrily off,

      Till they had gone far from home;

      When one said, “Brothers, do as you like,

      But I do not mean to come;

      I don't want to sit in school and croak,

      When in sunshine I can roam.”

      So the four little frogs ran off to school,

      They would not stay to play;

      But their naughty brother turned his head

      And went another way;

      But he knew all the time he was doing wrong,

      So could not feel bright and gay.

      He almost wished he had gone to school,

      When a fat white duck came by,

      And as she was sailing down the brook,

      Little froggy caught her eye;

      So she swallowed him up with a joyful quack,

      And that froggy had to die.

      Still many a mother-frog tells the tale

      Of the sad, sad fate he met,

      As she gathers her little ones by her side,

      And the warning they'll never forget.

      And the four little brothers are all grown up,

      And living in frog-land yet.

      Lucy Hyatt.

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      Dickie and Daisy sat on the grass reading. They had been gardening, and were rather hot.

      “Let's go to the pond,” said Dickie. “Nurse isn't here to say 'don't.'”

      “Let's,” agreed Daisy. She always agreed with Dickie.

      “We'll get father's rod and line, and catch some fish,” said Dickie. So when no one was looking they got the things and ran to the water.

      “You have the rod,” said Dickie, “and I'll have the hook. Don't make a noise or the fish won't come.” They sat quite quiet till there came a big tug at Daisy's rod, so big that it dragged her to the edge of the pond.

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