I am coming, I am coming! 
I had a dove, and the sweet dove died
I have got a new-born sister
I know the song that the bluebird is singing
“I’ll tell you how the leaves came down”
I’ll tell you how the sun rose
In the other gardens
I once had a sweet little doll, dears
I remember, I remember
I saw a ship a-sailing
I saw you toss the kites on high
I see you, on the zigzag rails
I shan’t tell you what’s his name
It was a hungry pussy cat, upon Thanksgiving morn
I’ve watched you now a full half hour

Jack in the pulpit
Just as the moon was fading

Ladybird, ladybird! fly away home! 
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed
Little brook!  Little brook! 
Little bud Dandelion
“Little by little,” an acorn said
Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay
Little white snowdrop just waking up

Many, many welcomes
Merrily swinging on briar and weed
My fairest child, I have no song to give you
My heart leaps up when I behold

November woods are bare and still
Now he who knows old Christmas

O Blue Jay up in the maple tree
Often I’ve heard the Wind sigh
Oh I hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us
Oh, such a commotion under the ground
O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight
O little town of Bethlehem
Once the Emperor Charles of Spain
On the top of the Crumpetty Tree
On the wide lawn the snow lay deep
O suns and skies and clouds of June
Over hill, over dale
Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune

Ring-Ting!  I wish I were a Primrose
Robins in the tree-top

Said the Wind to the Moon, “I will blow you out
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! 
Shorter and shorter now the twilight clips

The alder by the river
The bluff March wind set out from home
The Camel’s hump is an ugly lump
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
The day is ending
The door was shut, as doors should be
The Frost looked forth one still, clear night
The goldenrod is yellow
The grass so little has to do
The ground was all covered with snow one day
The leaves are fading and falling
The mountain and the squirrel
The pig and the hen
The Pobble who has no toes
There is a bird I know so well
There! little girl! don’t cry! 
There lived a sage in days of yore
There’s a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree
There’s a song in the air
There stands by the wood-path shaded
The rosy clouds float overhead
The sun descending in the west
The sun was shining on the sea
The Tree’s early leaf buds were bursting their brown
The wind one morning sprang up from sleep
The winds have blown more bitter
The world’s a very happy place
They say that God lives very high
They went to sea in a sieve, they did
Three fishers went sailing away to the west
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing
’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Two good friends had Hiawatha