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A Child's Own Book of Verse II by  Ada M. Skinner

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A Child's Own Book of Verse, Book Two
by Ada Skinner
Second 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 6-9
137 pages $8.95   





A capital ship for an ocean trip,

Was the Walloping Window-Blind.

No gale that blew dismayed her crew,

Nor troubled the captain's mind.

The man at the wheel was taught to feel

Contempt for the wildest blow;

And it often appeared—when the weather had cleared—

He had been in his bunk below.

The boatswain's mate was very sedate,

Yet fond of amusement too;

And he played hopscotch with the starboard watch,

While the captain tickled the crew.

And the gunner we had was apparently mad,

For he sat on the after-rail

And fired salutes with the captain's boots

In the teeth of the booming gale.

The captain sat on the commodore's hat,

And dined in a royal way,

Off toasted pigs and pickles and figs

And gunnery bread each day.


The cook was Dutch and behaved as such,

For the diet he gave the crew,

Was a number of tons of hot cross-buns,

Served up with sugar and glue.

All nautical pride we laid aside,

And we cast our vessel ashore,

On the Gulliby Isles, where the Poo-Poo smiles

And the Rumpletum-Bunders roar.

We sat on the edge of a sandy ledge,

And shot at the whistling bee

And the cinnamon bats wore waterproof hats,

As they danced by the sounding sea.

On Rug-gub bark, from dawn till dark,

We fed, till we all had grown

Uncommonly shrunk; when a Chinese junk

Came in from the Torriby Zone.

She was stubby and square, but we didn't much care,

So we cheerily put to sea;

And we left the crew of the junk to chew,

The bark of the Rug-gub tree.

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