I buckle on my armour tight; And then I look about for things, Like Rushings-Out, and Rescuings, And Savings from the Dragon’s Lair, And fighting all the Dragons there. And sometimes when our fights begin, I think I’ll let the Dragons win… And then I think perhaps I won’t, Because they’re Dragons, and I don’t.
Come Out with Me
There’s sun on the river and sun on the hill …. You can hear the sea if you stand quite still! There’s eight new puppies at Roundabout Farm— And I saw an old sailor with only one arm! But every one says, “Run along!” (Run along, run along!) All of them say, “Run along! I’m busy as can be.” Every one says, “Run along, There’s a little darling!” If I’m a little darling, why don’t they run with me? There’s wind on the river and wind on the hill … There’s a dark dead water-wheel under the mill! I saw a fly which had just been drowned— And I know where a rabbit goes into the ground! But every one says, “Run along!” (Run along, run along!) All of them say, “Yes, dear,” and never notice me. Every one says, “Run along, There’s a little darling!” If I’m a little darling, why won’t they come and see?
Down by the Pond
I’m fishing . Don’t talk, anybody, don’t come near! Can’t you see that the fish might hear? He thinks I’m playing with a piece of string; He thinks I’m another sort of funny sort of thing, But he doesn’t know I’m fishing — He doesn’t know I’m fishing . That’s what I’m doing— Fishing. No, I’m not, I’m newting . Don’t cough, anybody, don’t come by! Any small noise makes a newt feel shy. He thinks I’m a bush, or a new sort of tree; He thinks it’s somebody, but doesn’t think it’s Me, And he doesn’t know I’m newting— No, he doesn’t know I’m newting . That’s what I’m doing— Newting.
The Little Black Hen
Berryman and Baxter, Prettiboy and Penn And old Farmer Middleton Are five big men… And all of them were after The Little Black Hen. She ran quickly, They ran fast; Baxter was first, and Berryman was last. I sat and watched By the old plum-tree… She squawked through the hedge And she came to me. The Little Black Hen Said “Oh, it’s you!” I said “Thank you, How do you do?
