O Timothy Tim Has ten pink toes, And ten pink toes Has Timothy Tim. They go with him Wherever he goes, And wherever he goes They go with him. O Timothy Tim Has two blue eyes, And two blue eyes Has Timothy Tim. They cry with him Whenever he cries, And whenever he cries, They cry with him. O Timothy Tim Has one red head, And one red head Has Timothy Tim. It sleeps with him In Timothy’s bed. Sleep well, red head Of Timothy Tim.
Waiting at the Window
These are my two drops of rain Waiting on the window-pane. I am waiting here to see Which the winning one will be. Both of them have different names. One is John and one is James. All the best and all the worst Comes from which of them is first. James has just begun to ooze. He’s the one I want to lose. John is waiting to begin. He’s the one I want to win. James is going slowly on. Something sort of sticks to John. John is moving off at last. James is going pretty fast. John is rushing down the pane. James is going slow again. James has met a sort of smear. John is getting very near. Is he going fast enough? (James has found a piece of fluff.) John has hurried quickly by. (James was talking to a fly.) John is there, and John has won! Look! I told you! Here’s the sun!
Pinkle Purr
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr, A little black nothing of feet and fur; And by-and-by, when his eyes came through, He saw his mother, the big Tattoo. And all that he learned he learned from her. “I’ll ask my mother,” says Pinkle Purr. Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr, A ridiculous kitten with silky fur. And little black Pinkle grew and grew Till he got as big as the big Tattoo. And all that he did he did with her. “Two friends together,” says Pinkle Purr. Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr, An adventurous cat in a coat of fur. And whenever he thought of a thing to do, He didn’t much bother about Tattoo, For he knows it’s nothing to do with her, So “See you later,” says Pinkle Purr. Tattoo is the mother of Pinkle Purr, An enormous leopard with coal-black fur. A little brown kitten that’s nearly new Is now playing games with its big Tattoo… And Pink looks lazily down at her: “Dear little Tat,” says Pinkle Purr.
