W was a watch,
Where, in letters of gold,
The hour of the day
You might always behold. 
  Beautiful watch!

Y was a yew,
Which flourished and grew
By a quiet abode
Near the side of a road. 
  Dark little yew!

Z was a zebra,
All striped white and black;
And if he were tame,
You might ride on his back. 
  Pretty striped zebra!

THE EGG IN THE NEST.

There was a tree stood in the ground,
The prettiest tree you ever did see;
The tree in the wood, and the wood in the ground,
And the green grass growing all around.

And on this tree there was a limb,
The prettiest limb you ever did see;
The limb on the tree, and the tree in the wood,
The tree in the wood, and the wood in the ground,
And the green grass growing all around.

And on this limb there was a bough,
The prettiest bough you ever did see;
The bough on the limb, and the limb on the tree,
The limb on the tree, and the tree in the wood,
The tree in the wood, and the wood in the ground,
And the green grass growing all around.

Now on this bough there was a nest,
And in this nest there were some eggs,
The prettiest eggs you ever did see;
Eggs in the nest, and the nest on the bough,
The bough on the limb, and the limb on the tree,
The limb on the tree, and the tree in the wood,
The tree in the wood, and the wood in the ground,
And the green grass growing all around,
And the green grass growing all around.

* * * * *

  Hey! diddle, diddle,
  The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
  The little dog laughed
  To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

* * * * *

Pussy sits beside the fire,
  How can she be fair? 
In comes the little dog,
  “Pussy, are you there? 
So, so, dear Mistress Pussy,
  Pray tell me how do you do?”
“Thank you, thank you, little dog,
  I’m very well just now.”

* * * * *

  Ding dong bell,
  The cat’s in the well! 
  Who put her in?—­
  Little Johnny Green. 
  Who pulled her out?—­
  Big Johnny Stout. 
What a naughty boy was that
To drown poor pussy cat,
Who never did him any harm,
But killed the mice in his father’s barn!

DAISIES.

At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.

And often while I’m dreaming so,
Across the sky the Moon will go;
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.

For, when at morning I arise,
There’s not a star left in the skies;
She’s picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.