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Harness Hand
Summers always were busy as sin,
But when the feed crops 'er gotten in
An' the herd was all bedded down in fall,
There wasn't much to do at all.
Then Henry'd get the harness out
That'd been stored here an about,
Waitin' for a chance to clean and mend.
He'd work on harness for weeks on end.
Each year he's somethin' different to try,
Like rancid oil that stunk to the sky
Or bacon drippin's, creosote oil,
An' axle grease brought to a boil.
After rubbin' in this mixture of gunk
He'd leave it to dry, and it sure stunk!
Then trimmin' it up and rivetin' the breaks,
He'd polish it good, do what it takes
To make it pretty, all shinin' and new.
That's somethin' Henry knew how to do.
Lots of hands have special skills
Like ropin', brandin', nursin' ills,
Brakin' broncs, findin' strays,
But you'd have to go quite a ways
To find a hand that'd make harness new
The way old Henry loved to do.
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Here We Go 'Round
The Mulberry Bush
Here we go 'round the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun.
Pop! goes the weasel.
A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle.
That's the way the money goes.
Pop! goes the weasel.
Up and down the City Road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes.
Pop! goes the weasel.
Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle,
Mix it up and make it nice,
Pop! goes the weasel.
Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle,
Mix it up and make it nice,
Pop! goes the weasel.
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Hey Diddle Diddle
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.
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Hickory Dickory Dock
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck one, and down he run,
Hickory Dickory Dock!
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The bird looked at the clock,
The clock struck two, and away she flew,
Hickory Dickory Dock
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The dog barked at the clock,
The clock struck three, fiddle-de-dee,
Hickory Dickory Dock!
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The bear slept on the clock,
The clock struck four, he ran out the door,
Hickory Dickory Dock!
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The bee buzzed round the clock,
The clock struck five, she went to her hive,
Hickory Dickory Dock!
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The hen clucked at the clock,
The clock struck six, fiddle-sticks,
Hickory Dickory Dock!
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The cat ran round the clock,
The clock struck seven, she wanted to get 'em,
Hickory Dickory Dock!
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The horse jumped over the clock,
The clock struck eight, he ate some cake,
Hickory Dickory Dock!
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The cow danced on the clock,
The clock struck nine, she felt so fine,
Hickory Dickory Dock!
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The pig oinked at the clock,
The clock struck ten, she did it again,
Hickory Dickory Dock!
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The worm squirmed out of the clock,
The clock struck eleven, he said, "Let me get in",
Hickory Dickory Dock!
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The snail slimed up the clock,
The clock struck twelve, what a sticky self,
Hickory Dickory Dock!
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Hi Sky
The clouds are resting in the sky,
I watch them lazily float by.
They're soft and white against the blue.
I think they're friendly clouds, don't you?
Then bully clouds, all dressed in gray,
Come chase the bright clouds all away.
Thunder and lightening fills the air.
I stay inside when they're out there.
The sky is dark when they're around,
They slam the rain against the ground.
Then bluster on like bullies do
And let the sky turn back to blue.
So soon the fluffy clouds sneak back,
The heavens seem at peace.
Then fall the gentle friendly rains
With rainbows when they cease.
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Home Alone
Have you had a chocolate hot dog
And some peanut butter pie?
Poured some caramel on a Twinkie,
Ate a raspberry French fry?
Tested lemon in a cola,
Then a tutti fruity shake?
Put a pile of M&M's
On a double chocolate cake?
Wow, the scrumptious tasty fixings
That can make you squeal and moan.
Oh, it's great to choose the menu
When you're home and all alone.
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A House Of Sweets
Build me a house of spicy ginger-bread,
Covered with candied fruits and sugarplums,
Fruits that decay not when November comes,
Sparkling and juicy, purple and gold and red.
Thatch me the roof with chips of cocoa-nut,
Sugared and white, as are December snows:
Around the eaves hang toffee-drops in rows.
With golden-syrup fill the water-butt.
Then in the flower garden dig deep wells
Of cowslip wine and bubbling lemonade;
Let the house walls with chocolate be laid,
And pave the floors with coloured caramels.
So, I contented there would often spend
My happy days, and give to every child
Bits of my house, for this, when'er they smiled,
Should of its own self grow again and mend!
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The House That Jack Built
This the house that Jack built.
This is the carrot,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the rat,
That ate the carrot,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cat,
That chased the rat, that ate the carrot,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the dog that worried the cat,
That chased the rat, that ate the carrot,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cow with the crumbled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That chased the rat, that ate the carrot,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumbled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That chased the rat, that ate the carrot,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumbled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That chased the rat, that ate the carrot,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumbled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That chased the rat, that ate the carrot,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumbled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That chased the rat, that ate the carrot,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the farmer sowing the corn,
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumbled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That chased the rat, that ate the carrot,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
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Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses,
And all the king's men,
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
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