<h3><SPAN name="nether" id="nether"></SPAN>OLD FATHER McNETHER</h3>
<p class="block16 nob">Old Father McNether<br/>
He sorts out the weather<br/>
And takes what he pleases, I’m told,<br/>
With a big turkey-feather<br/>
He mixes the weather,<br/>
And makes it blow hot and blow cold.</p>
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<ANTIMG src="images/i-065s.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="523" alt="OLD FATHER McNETHER" title="" />
<span class="caption">OLD FATHER McNETHER</span>
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<h3><SPAN name="joker" id="joker"></SPAN>JERRY WAS A JOKER</h3>
<p class="block15 b4">Jerry was a joker.<br/>
He carried off the poker<br/>
And dressed it up from head to heel<br/>
In clover-tops and orange-peel<br/>
And fed it bones and barley meal.<br/>
Poor old Rusty Poker!</p>
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<ANTIMG src="images/i-066s.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="329" alt="Illustration 66" title="" />
<br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-066x.jpg"></SPAN></span></div>
<h3><SPAN name="kokem" id="kokem"></SPAN>KING KOKEM</h3>
<p class="block23 nob">King Kokem lay snoozing upon his brass bed—<br/>
Oh, play an old tune on your fiddle!<br/>
With shoes on his feet, and a crown on his head—<br/>
Oh, tune up your rusty old fiddle!<br/>
<br/>
He dreamed of a land where the lions were tame,<br/>
Where they fried their lamb-chops on a griddle,<br/>
Where they called all the parrots and monkeys by name—<br/>
Oh, play us a tune on your fiddle!<br/>
<br/>
He dreamed of a sea filled with raspberry pop,<br/>
With a cocoanut isle in the middle,<br/>
Where the stones and the boulders had icing on top—<br/>
Go strike up a tune on your fiddle!<br/>
<br/>
He dreamed of a sky where the moonbeams all danced<br/>
While a comet was telling a riddle,<br/>
Where the stars and the planets and sun-dogs all pranced<br/>
While the moon played his fiddle de diddle.</p>
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<ANTIMG src="images/i-067as.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="370" alt="Illustration 67" title="" />
<br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-067ax.jpg"></SPAN></span></div>
<div class="figcentert" style="width: 400px;">
<ANTIMG src="images/i-067bs.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="650" alt="Illustration 67b" title="" />
<br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-067bx.jpg"></SPAN></span></div>
<h3><SPAN name="skinner" id="skinner"></SPAN>OLD MISSUS SKINNER</h3>
<p class="block16 b4">Old Missus Skinner<br/>
Had dumplings for dinner<br/>
And sat on a very high stool;<br/>
When she cut thru the hide<br/>
There was nothing inside,<br/>
Which I’m sure was not often the rule.</p>
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<ANTIMG src="images/i-068s.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="515" alt="OH MOTHER, OH MOTHER, COME QUICKLY AND SEE" title="" />
<span class="caption">OH MOTHER, OH MOTHER, COME QUICKLY AND SEE</span>
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<h3><SPAN name="mother" id="mother"></SPAN>OH, MOTHER</h3>
<p class="block11 b4">Oh, Mother, Oh, Mother,<br/>
Come quickly and see,<br/>
The house and the farmyard<br/>
Have gone on a spree.<br/>
<br/>
The pig’s in the pantry,<br/>
The chickens are out,<br/>
The parrot is perched<br/>
On the tea kettle spout.<br/>
<br/>
And mercy, Oh, mercy,<br/>
Oh, what shall I do?<br/>
A rat has run off<br/>
With my very best shoe.</p>
<h3><SPAN name="to" id="to"></SPAN>CELLA REE AND TOMMY TO</h3>
<p class="block16 nob">Two funny friends that you all know<br/>
Are Cella Ree and Tommy To.<br/>
About as queer as friends can be,<br/>
Are Tommy To and Cella Ree.<br/>
For hours they sit there grim and stable<br/>
Side by side upon the table.<br/>
Tom is red and Cella pale,<br/>
His blushes are of no avail;<br/>
She sits, in spite of his endeavor,<br/>
As firm and undisturbed as ever,<br/>
A funny pair, you must agree,<br/>
This Tommy To and Cella Ree.</p>
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<ANTIMG src="images/i-069s.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="605" alt="Illustration 69" title="" />
<br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-069x.jpg"></SPAN></span></div>
<div class="figcentert" style="width: 400px;">
<ANTIMG src="images/i-070s.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="457" alt="Illustration 70" title="" />
<br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-070x.jpg"></SPAN></span></div>
<h3><SPAN name="richer" id="richer"></SPAN>IF I WERE RICHER</h3>
<p class="block9 b4">If I were richer<br/>
I’d buy a pitcher<br/>
With scenery on it.<br/>
’Jolica ware—<br/>
Storks here and there,<br/>
And a funny affair<br/>
With ladies on it.<br/>
<br/>
In half a minute<br/>
I’d mix up in it<br/>
A wonderful drink—<br/>
Peppermint, ice,<br/>
Lemons and spice—<br/>
Taste pretty nice,<br/>
What do you think?</p>
<h3><SPAN name="queen" id="queen"></SPAN>THE ARMY OF THE QUEEN</h3>
<p class="block15 nob">O the Army of the Queen,<br/>
The Army of the Queen,<br/>
Some are dressed in turkey-red<br/>
And some are dressed in green;<br/>
A colonel and a captain,<br/>
A corporal in between,<br/>
Their guns are filled with powder<br/>
And their swords are bright and keen;<br/>
So toot your little trumpet<br/>
For the Army of the Queen.</p>
<div class="figcenterb" style="width: 400px;">
<ANTIMG src="images/i-071s.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="515" alt="TOOT YOUR LITTLE TRUMPET FOR THE ARMY OF THE QUEEN" title="" />
<span class="caption">TOOT YOUR LITTLE TRUMPET FOR THE ARMY OF THE QUEEN</span>
<br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-071x.jpg"></SPAN></span></div>
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