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Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1

E. W. Cole

That Calf 171 BA-BA LAND The Lost Lamb 172 The Pet Lamb 172-173 PIGGY LAND The Pig is a Gentleman 174 Five Little Pigs 174 The Self-willed pig 174 Three Naughty Pigs 175 The Spectre Pig 175 The Chinese Pig 176 Dame Crump and Her Pig 176 Old Woman and Her Pig 177 The Three Little Pigs 177 BUNNY LAND Disobedient Bunny 178 The Wild Rabbits 178 The Pet Rabbit 178 The Little Hare 179 The Poor Hunted Hare 179 Epitaph on a Hare 179 RAT LAND Pied Piper of Hamelin 180 Wicked Bishop Hatto 181 MOUSEY LAND The Three Mice 182 The Foolish Mouse 182 Run, Mousey, Run! 182 The Gingerbread Cat 182 A Clever Mother Mouse 183 The Mouse's Call 183 The Foolish Mouse 183 FROGGY LAND The Foolish Frogs 184 Marriage of Mr. Froggie 184 Frogs at School 184 Frog That Went a Wooing 185 Mixed Animal Land 186-187 The Squirrel 188 Wonderful Bird Nests 189 Cole's Poems on Books 190 COMIC ADVERTISER Serious Sambo 191 Laughter as a Medicine 191 Man Made to Laugh 191 Josh Billings' Prayer 191 Fun Better Than Physic 192 Fun About Music 193 Going to Coles' Book Arcade 194-195 Wonderful Sea Serpent 196 Funny, Foolish and Useful Fashions 197-201 Boy Smoking 202-203 Narcotics and Intoxicants 204 Pipes of the World 205 READER--There are only 365 pieces mentioned in this index, but the Book contains 2,000 pieces and pictures, large and small. It is a complete cyclopoedia of child-lore, and first-class kindergarten book--to amuse and teach at the same time. No child's book ever published has been, nor is now, so great a favourite as this one. [Page 4--Baby Rhymes]
Illustration note[Illustration: Tired And Going To Bed.]
A Piece of Poetry for Mother and Father to Read I suppose if all the children, Who have lived through ages long, Were collected and inspected They would make a wondrous throng. Oh the babble of the Babel! Oh, the flutter and the fuss; To begin with Cain and Abel, And to finish up with us! Some have never laughed nor spoken, Never used their rosy feet; Some have even flown to heaven, Ere they knew that earth was sweet. And indeed, I wonder whether, If we reckon every birth, And bring such a flock together, There is room for them on earth. Think of all the men and women Who are now and who have been; Every nation since creation That this world of ours has seen. And of all of them not any But was once a baby small; While of children, oh, how many Never have grown up at all. [Page 5--Baby Rhymes]
Illustration note[Illustration: Getting Up As Happy As Larks.]
Who will wash their smiling faces? Who their saucy ears will box? Who will dress them and caress them? Who will darn their little socks? Where are arms enough to hold them? Hands to pat each smiling head? Who will praise them? who will scold them? Who will pack them off to bed? Little happy Christian children, Little savage children too, In all stages of all ages, That our planet ever knew; Little princes and princesses, Little beggars, wan and faint-- Some in very handsome dresses, Naked some, bedaubed with paint. Only think of the confusion Such a motley crowd would make; And the clatter of their chatter, And the things that they won't break Oh the babble of the Babel! Oh, the flutter and the fuss; To begin with Cain and Abel, And to finish up with us! [Page 6--Children's Rhymes] Children's Rhymes
Illustration note[Illustration: This Pig Went To Market.]
1. This pig went to market: 2. This pig stayed at home: 3. This pig had meat: 4. This pig had none: 5. And this pig cried, "Wee, wee," all the way home. Game of Child's Features Here sits the Lord Mayor! (forehead) Here sits his two men! (eyes) Here sits the cock! (right cheek) Here sits the hen! (left cheek) Here sit the little chickens! (tip of nose) Here they run in; (mouth) Chinchopper, chinchopper, Chinchopper, chin! (chuck the chin) Face Game Ring the bell! (giving its hair a pull) Knock at the door! (tapping its forehead) Draw the latch! (pulling up it's nose) And walk in! (putting finger in mouth) Face Game (Eye) Bo Peeper! (Nose) Nose dreeper! (Chin) Chinchopper! (Teeth) White Lopper! (Mouth) little gap! (Tongue) and red rag! Game on the Toes 1. Let us go to the wood, says this pig; 2. What to do there? says that pig; 3. Too look for my mother, says this pig; 4. What to do with her? says that pig; 5. Kiss her to death, says this pig. Going to Market To market, to market, to buy a fat pig; Home again, home again, jiggety-jig. To market, to market, to buy a fat hog; Home again, home again, joggety-jog. Baby Riding Ride baby, ride, pretty baby shall ride, And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side. And a little pussy-cat tied to the other, And away she shall ride to see her grand-mother, To see her grandmother. Ride a Cock-Horse Ride a cock-horse to banbury-cross, To see what Tommy can buy; A penny white loaf, a penny white cake, And a two-penny apple pie. Ride a cock-horse to banbury-cross, To see a young lady on a white horse, Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, And so she makes music wherever she goes. Baby Riding This is the way the ladies ride; Tre, tre, tree, This is the way the ladies ride; Tre, tre, tree. This is the way the gentlemen ride; Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot! This is the way the gentlemen ride; Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot! This is the way the farmers ride; Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy! This is the way the farmers ride; Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy! Clap Hands Clap hands, clap hands, Till father comes home; For father's got money, But mother's got none. When Dad Comes Home You shall have an apple, You shall have a plum, You shall have a rattle, When your dad comes home. Pat-A-Cake Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man! So I will, master, as fast as I can, Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T, Put it in the oven for Tommy and me. Come, Butter, Come Churn, butter, churn! come, butter, come! Peter stands at the gate, Waiting for a butter cake; Come, butter, come! Baby Crying When Jacky's a very good boy, He shall have cakes and a custard; But when he does nothing but cry, He shall have nothing but mustard. [Page 7--Children's Rhymes] Hickup, go away. Hickup, hickup, go away! Come again another day: Hickup, hickup, when I bake, I'll give to you a butter-cake. Dance, Baby. Dance, little baby, dance up high, Never mind, baby, mother is nigh; Crow and caper, caper and crow-- There, little baby, there you go! Up to the ceiling, down to the ground, Backwards and forwards, round and round. Dance, little baby, and mother will sing! Merrily, merrily, ding, dong, ding! Dance, Little Baby. Dance to your daddy, My little babby, Dance to your daddy, My little lamb. You shall have a fishy In a little dishy; You shall have a fishy When the boat comes in. Danty Baby Diddy. Danty baby diddy, What can a mammy do wid'e, But sit in a lap, And give 'un a pap? Sing danty baby diddy. Hush-a-bye Baa Lamb. Hush-a-bye, a baa lamb, Hush-a-by a milk cow, You shall have a little stick To beat the naughty bow-wow. Bye, Baby Bunting. Bye, baby bunting, Daddy's gone a hunting, To get a little rabbit skin To wrap a baby bunting in. Hush-a-bye Baby. Hush-a-bye baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall; Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all. Hush-a-bye baby, Daddy is near: Mammy's a lady, and that's very clear. Rock-a-bye Baby. Rock-a-bye baby, thy cradle is green; Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen; And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring, And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king. Kissing Baby. My dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy, My darling, my honey, my pretty, sweet boy; Before I do rock thee with soft lullaby, Give me thy dear lips to be kiss'd, kiss'd, kiss'd. Good-night Baby Baby, baby, lay your head On your pretty cradle bed; Shut your eye-peeps, now the day And the light are gone away; All the clothes are tucked in tight, Little baby, dear, good night. Lie still with Daddy. Hush thee, my babby, Lie still with thy daddy, Thy mammy has gone to the mill, To grind thee some wheat, To make thee some meat, And so, my babby, lie still.
Illustration note[Illustration: Monkey Feeding Baby.]
Monkey feeding Baby. Oh, my lady! my lady! my lady! Here's that funny monkey Has put on your night-cap, And is feeding The baby! the baby! the baby! Baby getting up Baby, baby ope your eye, For the sun is in the sky, And he's peeping once again Through the pretty window pane: Little baby, do not keep Any longer fast asleep. Washing Baby's Hands Wash hands, wash, Daddy's gone to plough; If you want your hands wash'd, Have them washed now. Combing Baby's Hair Comb hair, comb, Daddy's gone to plough; If you want your hair comb'd Have it combed now. Baby Brother My pretty baby-brother Is six months old to-day, And though he cannot speak, He knows whate'er I say. Whenever I come near, He crows for very joy; And dearly do I love him, The darling baby-boy. Baby He opens his mouth when he kisses you; He cries very loud when he misses you; He says "Boo! boo! boo!" for "How-do-you-do?" And he strokes down your face when he's loving you. Learning to walk alone Come, my darling, come away, Take a pretty walk to-day; Run along, and never fear, I'll take care of baby dear; Up and down with little feet, That's the way to walk, my sweet. See-Saw See-saw sacradown, Which is the way to London town, One foot up is the other down, That is the way to London town. Naughty Baby Baby, baby Charlie, Naughty in his play, Slapping little Annie, Pushing her away. Patting with his soft hands, Laughing in his fun; Slapping with such good-will, That the tear-drops run. Do not cry, dear Annie, Wipe away the tear; Keep away from Charlie, Do not come so near, Or his little hands will Pull your curly hair; Peep at baby, Annie-- Peep behind the chair. Kiss the baby, darling, Kiss the little one; He is only playing, In his baby fun. [Page 8--Little Children's Stories] Tom Thumb's Alphabet A was an archer, who shot at a frog; B was a butcher, who had a great dog; C was a captain, all covered with lace;