Identifier: peterpatterbookr00jack (find matches)
Title: The Peter Patter book; rimes for children
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Jackson, Leroy F. (Leroy Freeman), 1881-1958 Wright, Blanche Fisher, ill
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Publisher: Chicago, Rand, McNally & co
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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TERRIBLE TIM Havent you heard of Ter-rible Tim!Well, dont you get in the way of him.He eats lions for breakfastAnd leopards for lunch,And gobbles them downWith one terrible crunch.He could mix a whole cityAll up in a mess,He could drink up a seaOr an ocean, I guess.Youd better be watching for Terrible Tim,And run when you first getyour peepers on him. WHATS THE USE? Whats the use,Said the goose,To swim like a frog,When you go just as farIf you float on a log? Why should I, Said the fly, Suck an old apple-core, When theres sugar and fruit In the grocery store? Its but right, Said the kite, That I follow the wind. Whats a fellow to do If he hasnt a mind? Youll allow,Said the cow, That I m really no thief,When I turn all the cloverI steal, into beef. Come again, Said the hen, On some other fine day. Dont think cause I cackle I always must lay.
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RAG-MAN, RAG-MAN, TAGGY, TAGGY, RAG-MAN THE RAG-MAN Rag-man, rag-man, Taggy> taggy> rag-man, Tell us what youve got there in your sack. «Oh—its full of rimes and riddles,Jingles, jokes, and hi-de- diddles—This bundle that I carry on my back. O tell us, funny rag-man,Grinny, skinny rag-man,Where did you pick upyour funny rimes? Some were dancing withcorn-flowers, Some were hiding inchurch-towers, And sprinkled helter-skelter by the chimes. Rag-man, rag-man,Nice old taggy rag-man,Sing us just one jingle,tingle song. Why, my dears, Ive got a plenty,Sing you one? Ill sing you twenty—I ve been hoping you would ask me all along. WHENEVER I GO OUT TO WALKWhenever I go out to walk,All the geese begin to gawk;And when I start to wander back,All the ducks begin to quack.

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