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A Child's Own Book of Verse, Book One by  Ada M. Skinner and Frances Gillespy Wickes

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A Child's Own Book of Verse, Book One
by Ada Skinner
First volume of A Child's Own Book of Verse, a three-volume set planned for use during the four primary years. This unusually fine collection of poetry was selected with the child's interests in mind. Includes sound rhymes and jingles to appeal to the ear, descriptive poems to create images in the mind's eye, lullabies and lyrics to warm the heart, and story-telling poems to stir the imagination. Attractively illustrated by Maud and Miska Petersham.  Ages 5-8
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Over in the meadow,

In a nest built of sticks,

Lived a black mother crow

And her little crows six.

"Caw," said the mother;

"We caw," said the six—

So they cawed and they cawed

In their nest built of sticks.

Over in the meadow,

Where the grass is so even,

Lived a gay mother cricket

And her little crickets seven.

"Chirp!" said the mother;

"We chirp," said the seven—

So they chirped cheery notes

In the grass soft and even.

Over in the meadow,

By an old mossy gate,

Lived a brown mother lizard,

And her little lizards eight.

"Bask!" said the mother;

"We bask," said the eight—

So they basked in the sun

By the old mossy gate.


Over in the meadow,

Where the quiet pools shine,

Lived a green mother frog

And her little froggies nine.

"Croak," said the mother;

"We croak," said the nine—

So they croaked and they splashed

Where the quiet pools shine.

Over in the meadow

In a dark little den,

Lived a gray mother spider

And her little spiders ten.

"Spin," said the mother;

"We spin," said the ten—

So they spun lace webs

In their dark little den.

Over in the meadow,

In the soft summer even,

Lived a mother firefly

And her little flies eleven.

"Glow," said the mother;

"We glow," said the eleven—

So they glowed like stars

In the soft summer even.


Over in the meadow,

Where the men dig and delve

Lived a wise mother ant,

And her little ants twelve.

"Toil," said the mother;

"We toil," said the twelve—

So they toiled and were wise

Where the men dig and delve.


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