Nursery Wonders

When children are playing alone on the green,
In comes the playmate that never was seen.
When children are happy and lonely and good,
The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood.

Nobody heard him, and nobody saw,
His is a picture you never could draw,
But he's sure to be present, abroad or at home,
When children are happy and playing alone.

He lies in the laurels, he runs on the grass,
He sings when you tinkle the musical glass;
Whene'er you are happy and cannot tell why,
The Friend of the Children is sure to be by!

He loves to be little, he hates to be big,
'Tis he that inhabits the caves that you dig;
'Tis he when you play with your soldiers of tin
That sides with the Frenchmen and never can win.

'Tis he, when at night you go off to your bed,
Bids you go to sleep and not trouble your head;
For wherever they're lying, in cupboard or shelf,
'Tis he will take care of your playthings himself!

Granny's in the cellar,
Lordy, can't you smell her
Making biscuits on that durned old dirty stove?

In her eye there is some matter
That keeps dripping in the batter,
And she whistles while the (sniff) runs down her nose!

Down her nose (sniff sniff)
Down her nose (sniff sniff)
And she whistles while the (sniff) runs down her nose --
In her eye there is some matter
That keeps dripping in the batter,
And she whistles while the (sniff) runs down her nose!

The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?
I can scarce maintain two.
Pooh, pooh! says the wren, I've got ten,
And keep them all like gentlemen.

Dear Daddy, I am very glad
I was the little girl you had!
Suppose some other child had come
To live inside my pleasant home,
To run and climb upon your knee--
Some other child who was not me--
Would you have called her by my name
And thought about her just the same?

Thank you for all that you do.
You make us feel so special, and very lucky.
We're glad that you are here,
We couldn't do without you that's the truth!
And so we say that we appreciate you,
Yes we really, really really really do!

See a pin and pick it up,
All the day you'll have good luck.
See a pin and let it lay,
Bad luck you'll have all the day.

Ride away, ride away,
Johnny shall ride,
And he shall have pussy-cat
Tied to one side;
And he shall have little dog
Tied to the other,
And Johnny shall ride
To see his grandmother.

Toe-tipe, Pennywipe, Tommy Thistle,
Jimmy Whistle, And baby Trippingo.

Tom Thumper, Ben Bumper,
Long Larum, Billy Barum,
And Little Oker Bell.

These are the little mornings,
That King David used to sing,
And on the Day of your Saint,
We sing them to you.

Wake up, my dear, wake up!
Look, it's already dawning,
The little birds are already singing,
The moon has gone away.

A magical garden of make believe
Where flowers chuckle and birds play tricks
And a magic tree grows lollipop sticks

Here in the garden what we say and do
We'd like you to join us and do it to

Can you crow like a rooster?
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
And clap your hands and stamp your shoe

It's a funny place but it's surely true,
That we'd like to share it all with you

If you sing for me (la la-la-la-la-la)
I'll sing for you (lu lu-lu-lu-lu-lu)
If you cry for me (ooo hoo-hoo-hoo)
I'll cry for you (boo hoo-hoo-hoo)
If you scream for me (aaaahhhh!)
I'll scream for you (waaaahhhh!)
If you laugh for me (hee hee-hee-hee-hee-hee)
I'll laugh for you (ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

So come on in without a fuss,
'Cause the magical garden is waiting for us

Birds chirping...

When I am grown to man's estate
I shall be very proud and great,
And tell the other girls and boys
Not to meddle with my toys.

King Boggen, he built a fine new hall;
Pastry and piecrust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black pudding and white,
Roofed with pancakes you never saw the like.

I'm as mild and as meek as a mouse,
When I hear a command I obey.
But I know of a spot in my house
Where no one can stand in my way.

In my own little corner,
In my own little chair,
I can be whatever I want to be.
On the wing of my fancy,
I can fly anywhere,
And the world will open it's arms to me.

I'm a young Egyptian princess,
Or a milkmaid,
I'm the greatest prima donna in the land.
I'm an heiress who has always had her silk made
By her own flock of silkworms in Japan.

I'm a girl men go mad for,
Love's a game I can play
With a cool and confidant kind of aire,
Just as long as I stay in my own little corner
All alone in my own little chair.

...I can be whatever I want to be.
I'm a thief from Calcutta,
I'm a queen in Peru,
I'm a mermaid dancing upon the sea.
I'm a huntress on an African safari!
It's a dang'rous type of sport,
And yet it's fun.
In the night I sally forth to seek my quarry
And I find I forgot to bring my gun.
I am lost in the jungle,
All alone and unarmed,
When I meet a lioness in her lair.
Then I'm glad to be back in my own little corner,
All alone in my own little chair.

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In my own little corner,
In my own little chair,
I can be whatever I want to be.
On the wing of my fancy,
I can fly anywhere,
And the world will open it's arms to me.
I am in the royal palace,
Of all places!
I am chatting with the prince,
And king, and queen.
And the color of my two stepsisters faces
Is a queer sort of sour apple green.
I am coy and flirtatious when alone with the prince.
A-hahahaha! Oh, my Your Highness, you shouldn't say such things!!
I'm the Belle of the Ball in my own little corner,
All alone in my own little chair.
Fol-de-rol and fiddle-dee-dee,
Fiddle-dee-faddle-dee-fawdle.
All the wishes in all the world
Are poppy cot and twaut.
Fol-de-rol and fiddle-dee-dee,
Fiddle-dee-faddle-dee-foodle,
All the dreamers in all the world
Are dizzy in the noodle!

I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor
I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor
I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor
And I don't like it very much

Oh no (oh no) he swallowed my toe (he swallowed my toe)

Oh me (oh me) he swallowed my knee (he swallowed my knee)

Oh fiddle (oh fiddle) he's up to my middle (he's up to my middle)

Oh heck (oh heck) he swallowed my neck (he swallowed my neck)

Oh - (GULP!)

I'm a little piece of tin
Nobody knows what shape I'm in
I got 4 wheels and a running board
I got 4 doors I'm a little ford

Honk, Honk, rattle, rattle, crash, beep, beep,

Honk, honk, rattle, rattle, crash, beep, beep.

I wish I were a Birdy in the sky
I wish I were a Birdy in the sky
I would fly above the steeple
And poop on all the people
I wish I were a birdy in the sky

I see the Moon and the Moon sees me,
And the moon sees the one that I can't see.
God Bless the Moon and God Bless me,
And God Bless the one that I can't see.

God looked down on me from above,
And He gave you to me for me to love,
He picked you out from all the rest,
Because He knew that I'd love you the best.

How many miles to Babylon?
Three score and ten.
Can I get there by candlelight?
Aye, and back again.
If your feet are nimble and light,
You'll get there by candlelight.

Strange that the city thoroughfare,
Noisy and bustling all the day,
Should with the night renounce its care
And lend itself to children's play!

Oh, girls are girls, and boys are boys,
And have been so since Abel's birth,
And shall be so till dolls and toys
Are with the children swept from earth.

The self-same sport that crowns the day
Of many a Syrian shepherd's son,
Beguiles the little lads at play
By night in stately Babylon.

I hear their voices in the street,
Yet t'is so different now from then!
Come, brother! from your winding-sheet,
And let us two be boys again!