Front Cover
 Title Page
 Christmas morning
 When I am so tall
 A row of babies
 The butterfly
 Little Golty
 Louis' pigeons
 Green apples
 Come to supper
 Good-night Dolly
 A quarrel
 Make up
 A little dog
 In the grass
 Playing school
 Back Cover

Group Title: Butterfly
Title: The butterfly
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00078876/00001
 Material Information
Title: The butterfly
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : col. ill. ; 27 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Blanchard, Amy Ella, 1856-1926
Waugh, Ida, d. 1919 ( Illustrator )
Worthington Company ( Publisher )
Cosack & Co
Publisher: Worthington Co.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1890
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1890   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1890
Genre: Children's poetry
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: illustrated by Ida Waugh ; verses by Amy Ella Blanchard.
General Note: "Cosack & Co."--cover
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Bibliographic ID: UF00078876
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002222847
notis - ALG3093
oclc - 181341534

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Christmas morning
        Page 3
    When I am so tall
        Page 4
    A row of babies
        Page 5
    The butterfly
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Little Golty
        Page 8
    Louis' pigeons
        Page 9
    Green apples
        Page 10
    Come to supper
        Page 11
    Good-night Dolly
        Page 12
    A quarrel
        Page 13
    Make up
        Page 14
    A little dog
        Page 15
    In the grass
        Page 16
    Playing school
        Page 17
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
Full Text



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ITTY-CAT, kitty-cat,
What are you looking at?
SAt this little girl, I am looking," said she;
SAt this little girl, who is looking at me."

Pussy-kit, pussy-kit,
What do you think of it?
I think, just at present, that she 's very nice,
But sometimes I 'd rather be looking for mice."

Kitty-cat, kitty-cat,
What's the reason of that?
"Children sometimes pull tails, and sometimes they tease,
Then I 'd rather be out of the way, if you please."

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T HE snow had fallen sottly
All through the winter night,
And in the morning all the ground
Was covered pure and white.

The church bell's merry chiming
Upon the air out rang,
While merrily the little ones
Their Christmas greetings sang.

Two happy little children
Were Isabel and Paul,
Such stuffed out stockings never were,
How could they hold it all?

For there were balls, and watches,
And nuts, and funny toys,
And little dolls, and oranges,
And candy girls and boys.

And then, besides the stockings,
Were larger toys and games,
Some picture books, a Christmas tree
All lit with little flames.

So two such happy children
You never saw that day,
Though on next Christmas,
You, no doubt, will be as glad as they.

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W HEN I am so tall
I '11 travel all over
The whole great, wide world,
New lands to discover;
I'll find the North Pole
And the Fortunate Isles;
Into Africa then
I will travel, for miles.

I will dive in the sea;
I '11 sail through the clouds
In a great, big balloon,
High over the crowds.
Through Greenland I'11 drive
A team of reindeers,
And furs I will wear
All over my ears.

Then down to the desert
I '11 go, and I'll ride
A fine, mettled steed,
Some Arabian's pride;
I'll hunt and I '11 shoot
A tiger and bear,
And some mighty lion
I '11 drive from its lair.

I'll build me a palace
Of silver and gold,
And fill it with fine things
As full as 't will hold;
The poor and the wretched,
I '11 give to them all.
0, how much I '11 do
When I am so tall.

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SOW many babies are there here
One, two, three, four, five, my dear.
One is like a rosebud sweet,
Soft, pink hands and rosy feet;
One is like a daisy white,
Golden hair, and eyes so bright
One is like a violet,
Such a dark-eyed little pet;
(ne is like a lovely pink,
Just as fair as you can think:
One is like a singing-bird.
Sweetest voice you ever heard.


What do these babies do, my man
I will tell you if I can.
All these little babies coo,
Just the way that you used to;
And these little babies smile,
You do, too, once in a while;
Then these little babies cry.
Would you like to hear them try
And these little babies play
In a funny, aimless way;
Then to sleep these babies go,
That is just what you must do.



F LITTING and flying, dipping and dancing,
Butterfly, why do you roam ?
Is it because you have nothing to do,
Or that you've never a home ?
I know where the birds and the squirrels live,
And where the brown bees abide,
But never once have I caught you at home,
Pray tell me, where do you hide?"

" Where the dewdrops sparkle, where green leaves swing,
And make a roof o'er my bed,
Near the Cricket's Inn, and Grasshopper's Lodge,
Is where I shelter my head.
Just around the corner the wise owl lives,
And the bats with wide wings fan
The very door of my i1 .. .. place,
You may find it now-if you can."


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LL the winter long, without dance or song,
Stand the empty fields, till the sun
Bids the ice and snow to the brooks to go,
And the sweet spring days have begun,
Then, from far and near, those who can may hear
How the fairies troop and come-
Come frdm here, from there, come from everywhere
Each one to her flower home.
The violets shy, hide so modestly,
And the buttercups laugh outright,
While the daisies white, with their eyes so bright,
Seem to have come in a night.
Clover, white or red, now pokes up a head
From the grass, in its sweet-breathed way.
In her gown of pink, fair as you can think,
Near by does the wild rose sway.
O, they all are there, and they fill the air
With the scent of their perfumed gowns,
From their little feet, dainty, fine and neat,
To the top of their fairy crowns.
In the midnight hush, up from leaf and bush
They start from their sleep and play.
And the mice and moles creep out from their holes
To be as light-footed as they.
Round and round they dance, they trip and they prance,
To the music, sweet and gay,
Which the pop-eyed frogs, from the ponds and bogs,
On their instruments will play.
While the beetle's drum, and the locust's hum
Resound from every tree,
And the grey mice squeak till they scarce can speak,
For they grow so hoarse with glee.
"Encore! encore we want to hear more;
Go on with your music, please;
We will join in your fun, for the spring has begun,
No nights are such nights as these."
O, they all are there, each one, each pair,
Though you never can find them out.
When the morning comes they are safe in their homes,
Not one is lurking about.

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LITTLE Colty, eating hay,
Tell me little colty, say,
Don't you think you'd rather be
A nice little boy like me?

You could make a'jolly racket,
Have a fine new little jacket,
And a pair of first rate trousers,
'Stead of hair on you like Towser's.
You could have good bread and pie,
In a clean white bed you'd lie.
Have a little cart, your own,
A real carriage when you're grown.

Be a boy No sir, I thank you,
With all silly things I rank you.
I don't want your pie and stuff,
Give me hay, that's good enough.

Carriages I'll soon have plenty,
You'll not get yours till you're twenty:
All my life my coat lasts through,
That is more than yours will do.
No, you foolish little dolt,
I would rather be a colt.



FLY, little pigeons, from dovecote and roof,
Do not be frightened, and hold you aloof;
Strut with red feet, and flutter with wing,
Here is a supper that's fit for a king.

Sleek little pigeons, the ground I will strew
With full golden grains, such morsels for you.
Fantail and pouter, white, brown, blue and grey,
Nothing shall hurt you, or drive you away.

Coo, coo, my pigeons, when sleep my eyes leaves
I hear your soft murmurings under the eaves;
And I'm not afraid in the darkness to be,
For I think that my pigeons are cooing to me.

GREEN APPLES.-Continued.

Papa said they must be big as a fist-
SWe've watched to see them grow."
"He thought of his fist, not yours," said mamma;
There is some difference, you know.

Apples to roast, apples to stew,
Apples for turnover pies,
Dumplings, perhaps, will take a few,
But eat none green, if you 're wise.


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IO T ;n the garden an ild pple tree Alas! alas! they were sour and green-
Stood, with its boughs wide-spread, Indeed, not fit to eat.
Covered, in spring, with a delicate bloom, I thought," said Robin, "when apples were ripe
In autumn, with apples red. They would be good and sweet."

Apples to roast, apples to stew,
Apples for turnover pies,
Dumplings, perhaps, will take a few,
But eat none green, if you 're wise.

Ellette and Robin played under the tree,
Watching the apples grow.
" When they are big as my fist," said Ellette,
"Then we can eat them, you know.

For I asked papa, and he told me so;
As big as a fist," said he.
I really think that in one more week
They'll be large enough, maybe.

They gathered a few and carried them in;
"Mamma, what does it mean?
These apples are surely quite large enough,
But yet they are sour and green.



ISITTLE birds are flying home;
Winds are softly blowing;
All along the evening sky
Rosy lights are glowing.

Standing in the stable yard,
Quiet cows are lowing;
Now, "Good-night" a rooster says,
With a lusty crowing.

There 's a scent of fresh-cut hay
Mowers leave their mowing,
While the cheerful supper horn
Tells where they are going.

Nannie stands and sounds the horn;
Toot-a-toot! she's blowing.
Come to supper, men and boys.
Look, how late 't is growing.

Come to supper. Come! Come! Come!
See what mother's doing-
Baking cakes and making tea,
While the horn is blowing.



OW, you dearest little doll,
We must say good-night;
We will tuck you safely in,
Under covers white.

We will sit and sing to you
Some sweet little song,
So you'll sleep, and never know
That the nights are long.

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If you hear a noise at night,
You must never cry.
It will only be a bird
Flying through the sky.

-If a little, white-winged moth
Flutters near your bed,
It has only lost its way;
Do not hide you head.

If you hear a patt'ring sound
Overhead so plain,
Do not think 't is anything
But the dripping rain.

In the morning you must lie
Quietly and still
Till we come to take you up,
For you know we will.




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1T was on a rainy morning
That the trouble came about.
For mamma said, "Little children,
'T is too wet to send you out."

Then the restless little children
Stood by the window pane
Until they both were tired
Of the dripping, dropping rain.

So they played awhile with kitty,
And they looked at picture-books.
Next, they hid themselves in corners,
And the oddest sorts of nooks.

Still the rain came, patter, patter.
And the sky was dull and grey.
Said Lee, "I hate this weather;
I want a sunny day."

But Mabel took her dolly,
And laid it in her lap,
Saying, "Lee, be quiet
While dolly takes a nap."

But Lee picked up the dolly,
And threw it on the floor,
And said, "You sha' n't have dolly,
You shall play with me some more."


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ND then 'lco n fell the tear-drops
From. Mabel's big, blue eyes;

And there was rain within doors,
As well as in the skies.

Then mamma said, "Little children,
This is very, very sad;

Go, Lee, and kiss your sister,
Like a manly little lad.

And tell her you are sorry.
It is bad enough, my dears,
To have the raindrops falling;
So we 'll try to dry the tears."


Such a very funny story

Then mamma began to tell,
That soon you would have wondered

How a tear-drop ever fell.

And when the tale was finished

There peeped into the room
A little, happy sunbeam,
That drove away the gloom.

Then ev'ry one was happy--
The birdies in the trees,
The little children in the room,
The flowers and the bees.

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1 LiIrmiM DOG.

LITTLE, curly dog,
Who thought him very wise,
Went to find some feathers
To brush away the flies.

His hair was very long;
His eyes were very bright;
.His tail was very short,
Though it wagged with all its might.

His little nose was black;
His little tongue was red ;
And as he trotted off
This little doggie said:

I'm such a knowing dog;
At least they tell me so.
Whichever way I start
I '11 not have far to go.

He travelled up the road,
Then trotted down the lane,
And when he reached the end
He turned him back again.

Then down he sat and sighed,
"I can't be very wise,
For never once a feather
Has dropped before my eyes.

With tail between his legs,
And feeling much to blame,
He went. back to his friends
The very way he came.

Of all these little dogs
You see here in a row,
Which is the one I mean?
I wonder if you know.


I~OWN in the grass we are, dolly and I;
Over our heads is the blue summer sky,
Daisies and clover are growing about,
Gay little butterflies dance in and out;
Nobody knows all we dream of down here,
Or who are our visitors, quaint and queer.
But we know about it- my dolly and I.

Sometimes a grasshopper, hoppity-hop,
Right at my elbow will make a short stop;
Sometimes a birdie forgets to be shy;
Sometimes a cricket, that's chirping hard by,
Will sit on a stone and so merrily sing;
Sometimes a butterfly rests on its wing.
We know them all well-my dolly and I.

Once a wee toady got lost; by a stone
It sat so forlornly, the poor little one,
And then a big toady, so droll and so fat,
Came hopping along to where wee toady sat.
Then off they both went, in the funniest way -
I shall never forget how they looked that day.
How we both laughed at them dolly and I.

Sometimes we hear, in the great, big green, trees,
A whispering sound, then we know that the breeze
Has brought from far off some message to all
Who live in the woods, with the trees so tall;
We almost can hear what the breezes say,
We think we shall learn what it means, some day.
For we try very hard-my dolly and I.


P-A, ba, and b-e, be,
Tell me, what does that spell ?
D-a, da, and d-e, de,
How do you spell hat, Nell?

Class in spelling take their seats,
Now, I'll hear your tables?
And the very first that cheats
Takes that seat of Mabel's.

'Tis recess. Where is the bell?
Look at Baby Benny;
He's eating all the luncheon, Nell,
He'll not leave us any.

Ting-a-ling! Now school is.out,
Baby, what's the matter ?
Goodness! Johnnie, how you shout,
What a noise and clatter.

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