The sun looks down from quiet skiesTo where a quiet water lies,And silent trees stoop down to the trees.And there I saw a white swan makeAnother white swan in the lake;And, breast to breast, both motionless,They waited for the wind’s caress. . .And all the water was at ease.
I think it is a Brownie, but I’m not quite certain.(Nanny isn’t certain, too.)I looked behind the curtain, but he went so quickly –Brownies never wait to say, ‘How do you do?’They wriggle off at once because they’re all so tickly(Nanny says they’re tickly too.)
Whatever I do, he wants to do,‘Where are you going today?’ says Pooh:‘Well, that’s very odd ‘cos I was too.Let’s go together,’ says Pooh, says he.‘Let’s go together,’ says Pooh.‘What’s twice eleven?’ I said to Pooh.(‘Twice what?’ said Pooh to Me.)‘I think it ought to be twenty-two.’‘Just what I think myself,’ said Pooh.‘It wasn’t an…
Same old trenches, same old view,Same old rats as blooming tame,Same old dug-outs, nothing new,Same old smell, the very same,Same old bodies out in front,Same old ‘strafe’ from two till four,Same old scratching, same old ‘unt,Same old bloody war.
A Bishop than a Major-Gen.,And nothing since has made me warlike;But when this agelong struggle endsAnd I have seen the Allies dish upThe goose of Hindenburg—oh, friends!I shall out-bish the mildest Bishop.When the War is over and the Kaiser’s out of print,I’m going to buy some tortoises and watch the beggars sprint;When the War is…
Hoppity, hoppity, hop.Whenever I tell himPolitely to stop it, heSays he can’t possibly stop.If he stopped hopping,He couldn’t go anywhere,Poor little ChristopherCouldn’t go anywhere…That’s why he always goesHoppity, hoppity,Hoppity,Hoppity,Hop.
Weatherby George DupreeTook greatCare of his Mother,Though he was only three.James James Said to his Mother,‘Mother,’ he said, said he;‘You must never go downto the end of the town,if you don’t go down with me.’James JamesMorrison’s MotherPut on a golden gown.James James Morrison’s MotherDrove to the end of the town.James James Morrison’s MotherSaid to herself,…
But it hasn’t got a garden,A garden,A garden,It isn’t like a house at all.I went into a house, and it wasn’t a house,It has a big garden and great high wall;But it hasn’t got a may-tree,A may-tree,A may-tree,It isn’t like a house at all.I went into a house, and it wasn’t a house –Slow white…
And by-and-by, when his eyes came through,He saw his mother, the big Tattoo.And all that he learned he learned from her.‘I’ll ask my mother,’ says Pinkle Purr.Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,A ridiculous kitten with silky fur.And little black Pinkle grew and grewTill he got as big as the big Tattoo.And all that he…
There’s eight new puppies at Roundabout Farm-And I saw an old sailor with only one arm!But everyone says, ‘Run along!’(Run along, run along!)All of them say, ‘Run along! I’m busy as can be.’Every one says, ‘Run along,There’s a little darling!’If I’m a little darling, why don’t they run with me?There’s wind on the river and…
