Peter Patter Book of Nursery Rhymes

<h3><SPAN name="ever" id="ever"></SPAN>DID YOU EVER?</h3> <p class="block16 b4">Did you ever go to the watering trough<br/> And watch the sparrows drink?<br/> Did you ever go to Potter&#8217;s pond<br/> And see the divers sink?<br/> Did you ever steal to the barn at night<br/> And watch the hoot-owls think?</p> <div class="figcentert" style="width: 400px;"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-094s.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="287" alt="Illustration 94" title="" /> <br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-094x.jpg"></SPAN></span></div> <h3><SPAN name="track" id="track"></SPAN>HOOTEM, TOOTEM, CLEAR THE TRACK</h3> <p class="block14 b4">Hootem, tootem, clear the track!<br/> I caught a coon on Kamiak!<br/> Colonel Clapp and Uncle Rome<br/> Have hired a hack to bring it home.</p> <h3><SPAN name="drake" id="drake"></SPAN>DOCTOR DRAKE</h3> <p class="block14 b4">On a hummock by the lake<br/> Stands the home of Doctor Drake,<br/> Poor old doctor, how he works!<br/> Week by week he never shirks&#8212;<br/> <br/> Pulling teeth for guinea-fowl,<br/> Soothing puppies when they howl,<br/> Whittling out a hickory peg<br/> For a gander&#8217;s broken leg,<br/> <br/> Giving medicine away<br/> About a hundred times a day,<br/> Linseed oil and elder-bark<br/> To a croaking meadowlark,<br/> <br/> Nasty, bitter yarrow-tea<br/> To a tipsy bumble-bee,<br/> A poultice made of plantain leaves<br/> To cure a rabbit with the heaves.<br/> <br/> Fever, colic, cramp, or stitch,<br/> Kitten-croup or beaver&#8217;s-itch,<br/> Any kind of pain or ache<br/> Is cured by dear, old Doctor Drake.</p> <div class="figcentert" style="width: 400px;"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-095as.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="251" alt="Illustration 95a" title="" /> <br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-095ax.jpg"></SPAN></span></div> <h3><SPAN name="babies" id="babies"></SPAN>BABIES</h3> <p class="block17 b4">Come to the land where the babies grow,<br/> Like flowers in the green, green grass.<br/> Tiny babes that swing and crow<br/> Whenever the warm winds pass,<br/> And laugh at their own bright eyes aglow<br/> In a fairy looking-glass.<br/> <br/> Come to the sea where the babies sail<br/> In ships of shining pearl,<br/> Borne to the west by a golden gale<br/> Of sun-beams all awhirl;<br/> And perhaps a baby brother will sail<br/> To you, my little girl.</p> <h3><SPAN name="albion" id="albion"></SPAN>TWENTY THIEVES FROM ALBION</h3> <p class="block13 nob">Twenty thieves from Albion,<br/> All with butcher knives,<br/> Coming on the dead run,<br/> Fighting for their lives.<br/> <br/> See the man from our town.<br/> In a fancy vest,<br/> Knocking all the big ones down,<br/> Chasing all the rest.</p> <div class="figcenterb" style="width: 400px;"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-095bs.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="387" alt="Illustration 95b" title="" /> <br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-095bx.jpg"></SPAN></span></div> <div class="figcentert" style="width: 400px;"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-096as.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="498" alt="Illustration 96a" title="" /> <br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-096ax.jpg"></SPAN></span></div> <h3><SPAN name="greet" id="greet"></SPAN>AS I CAME OUT OF GRUNDY GREET</h3> <p class="block17 nob">As I came out of Grundy Greet<br/> Four cats were marching down the street<br/> <br/> One was long and gray and thin<br/> With lots of whiskers on his chin,<br/> <br/> And one was round and sleek and fat<br/> (He must have been a butcher&#8217;s cat).<br/> <br/> One was dapper, slight, and frail,<br/> With bells and tassels on his tail,<br/> <br/> And one had starey yellow eyes<br/> Almost as big as pumpkin pies.<br/> <br/> These four came marching down the street<br/> As I came out of Grundy Greet.</p> <div class="figcenterb" style="width: 400px;"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-096bs.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="539" alt="Illustration 96b" title="" /> <br/><span class="link"><SPAN href="images/i-096bx.jpg"></SPAN></span></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />