The Lamb The Land of Nod The Land of Thus-And-So Left Alone A Likeness Little Bo-Peep Little Boy Blue Little Jack Horner Little Miss Muffet Little Nancy Etticoat Little Polly Flinders Little Robin Redbreast Sat Upon A Rail Little Robin Redbreast Sat Upon A Tree Livin' On A Ranch The Lost Shoe Lullabye The Lamb William Blake Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life and bid thee feed, By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing wooly bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice! Little Lamb who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little Lamb I'll tell thee, Little Lamb I'll tell thee! He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a Lamb: He is meek and he is mild, He became a little child: I a child and thou a lamb, We are called by his name. Little Lamb God bless thee. Little Lamb God bless thee. Back to Top The Land of Nod Robert Louis Stevenson From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do All alone beside the streams And up the mountain-sides of dreams. The strangest things are these for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad Till morning in the land of Nod. Try as I like to find the way, I never can get back by day, Nor can remember plain and clear The curious music that I hear. Back to Top The Land of Thus-And-So James Whitcomb Riley "How would Willie like to go To the Land of Thus-and-So? Everything is proper there All the children comb their hair Smoother than the fur of cats, Or the nap of high silk hats; Every face is clean and white As a lily washed in light; Never vaguest soil or speck Found on forehead, throat or neck; Every little crimpled ear, In and out, as pure and clear As the cherry-blossom's blow In the Land of Thus-and-So. "Little boys that never fall Down the stair, or cry at all Doing nothing to repent, Watchful and obedient; Never hungry, nor in haste Tidy shoe-strings always laced; Never button rudely torn From its fellows all unworn; Knickerbockers always new Ribbon, tie, and collar, too; Little watches, worn like men, Always promptly half-past ten Just precisely right, you know, For the Land of Thus-and-So! "And the little babies there Give no one the slightest care Nurse has not a thing to do But be happy and sigh 'Boo!' While Mamma just nods, and knows Nothing but to doze and doze: Never litter round the grate; Never lunch or dinner late; Never any household din Peals without or rings within Baby coos nor laughing calls On the stairs or through the halls Just Great Hushes to and fro Pace the Land of Thus-and-so! "Oh! the Land of Thus-and-So! Isn't it delightful, though?" "Yes," lisped Willie, answering me Somewhat slow and doubtfully "Must be awful nice, but I Ruther wait till by and by 'Fore I go there -- maybe when I be dead I'll go there then. But" -- the troubled little face Closer pressed in my embrace "Le's don't never ever go To the Land of Thus-and-So!" Back to Top Left Alone My cousins are gone out to walk, Mama is called away, And in Aunt Mary's drawing-room I must not romp or play. The door is shut, I cannot reach To open it, and yet I'm not afraid, because I know Mama will not forget. I will not kick the door, or scream, Or make a foolish noise, I'll try to be contented, though I have not got my toys. The blazing fire that burns so bright I must not come too near, Nor must I touch the pretty things Upon the chiffonier. Stay, there's one pleasant thing to do, I never knew it fail-- I'll get the great old picture-book And tell myself a tale. Back to Top A Likeness A lady in a picture once I saw Who reminded me of mother. Now book and picture show me her no more, And I cannot find another. Then should I try to draw her on my slate? I believe there is no other In all the picture-books--at any rate None so beautiful as mother. Back to Top Little Bo-Peep Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep And doesn't know where to find them Leave them alone, and they'll come home Bringing their tails behind them. Back to Top Little Boy Blue Little Boy blue, come blow your horn! The sheep's in the meadow; the cow's in the corn Where is the boy who looks after the sheep? He's under the haystack, fast asleep. Will you wake him? No, not I, For if I do, he's sure to cry. Back to Top Little Jack Horner Little Jack Horner, Sat in a corner; Eating a Christ-mas pie, He stuck in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I." Back to Top Little Miss Muffet Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, Eating her curds and whey. There came a big spider, He sat down beside her. And frightened Miss Muffet away! Back to Top Little Nancy Etticoat Little Nancy Etticoat In a white petticoat, And a red rose. The longer she stands The shorter she grows. Back to Top Little Polly Flinders Little Polly Flinders Sat among the cinders, Warming her pretty little toes. Her mother came and caught her, And whipped her little daughter For spoiling her nice new clothes. Back to Top Little Robin Redbreast Sat Upon A Rail Little Robin Redbreast Sat upon a rail. Niddle, naddle went his head; Wiggle, waggle went his tail. Back to Top Little Robin Redbreast Sat Upon A Tree Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, Up went pussy cat, and down went he! Down came pussy, and away Robin ran; Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can!" Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall, Pussy cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall! Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did pussy say? Pussy cat said, "Mew," and Robin jumped away. Back to Top Livin' On A Ranch Late in the springtime Out for a ride, The boss's daughter there By my side, Everything new an'pretty An' green, An' the sight of new calves Are part o' the scene. Spring on a ranch! What could be better? Everything growin' in Sunshiny weather. Look at them horses Kickin' up their heels! I s'pose that's 'bout How everyone feels! I guess that's the feelin' Like a romance. The special privilege of Livin' on a ranch! Back to Top The Lost Shoe Doodle doodle do, The princess lost her shoe. Her highness hopped, The fiddler stopped, Not knowing what to do. Back to Top Lullabye You know how once the Angels, Poked peepholes in the sky? The stars are little windows, For them to watch us by. I hope you've often wondered, As I did long ago. What happened to those pieces, And now, of course, I know. They were the loveliest colors. The deepest shades of blue. And if you promise not to tell, I'll whisper it to you. They swept those bits together, Just to tidy up the sky. And they took those little pieces, And made my Mommy's eyes. Back to Top Back to Main Index 1719 © copyright The Lord's Rain. All rights reserved. Graphics by: moody motifs