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Here's a book for girls and boys,
Better far, than all the toys,
Telling us about the joys
Of Children's pleasures.
Through each sunny summer day
Out of doors we love to play;
Riding, cycling that's the way
We take our pleasures.
Bravo Neddy! That's the way
To give the children a happy da
Neddy takes wee Molly .j
Many pleasant rides,
So his little mistress '((i
Sweet reward provides.
Fresh green grass she gathers!
Carrots and sweet har .
Neddy and the pony '
SLook for ev'ry day.
And her little footstep
They can always tell;
Neddy and the pony
Love their mistress well!
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Uncle knows the way to please Up into the saddle spring,
Little girls he comes and sees; Give the bell a merry ring;
Riding round upon his bike, And, with Uncle close beside,
That's the sort of thing they like! Won't they have a- jolly ride?
"Now it's my turn, Uncle, please,"
Never better rides than these.
Oh! what pleasure and what fun
Uncle gives each little one.
Away we go, our cheeks aglow,
No pleasure equals this, you know!
A thorn between two pretty roses!
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A thorn between two pretty roses!
/ "A Bicycle Ride.
The morn is fine, the sun shines bright,
IJ As gaily off we start,
Our bicycles all polished well,
-- So trim, and neat, and smart,
(li t We skim the corners, faster now,
The hedges seem to fly,
SAs on we speed, without a care,
Beneath the summer sky.
Then off we start, with beating heart,
Our bells ring merry peals;
It is such fun for us to run
Away upon our wheels. '//
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Now down the hills, and faster yet,
And up the other side,
There never was, we gaily shout,
A more delicious-ride.
The summer breezes fan our cheeks,
And fill our hearts with joy;
A bicycle's the grandest thing
For ev'ry girl and boy.
'Tis joy untold for young and old,
And each beginner feels
SHe little knew what pleasure grew
From just a pair of wheels.
A donkey-ride on the yellow sand
Is the finest fun in all the land.
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Mother and I had a lovely row!
At the Seaside.
Little children ever must
1' > Full of pleasure be
'\''f.utl When their holidays are
/ Close beside the sea.
'Tis such fun to dig and build
With a pail and spade;
Such a lot of pretty things
On the sands are made.
Picking up the sea-weed bright,
Paddling in the sea,
Catching little fish and shrimps,
Full of joy are we:
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Tip and Ran.
See this little maiden here
Who is holding out her bat,
Very fast she runs along,
Losing, on her way, her hat.
But it's 'tip and run', you see,
So she must not stop for that!
'Tip and run', and run she does,
Just as fast as she can speed,
And it really is too bad
That she doesn't quite succeed;
For the wicket-keeper shouts:
"Ah, hurrah! You're stumped indeed!"
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, e- haste in play-time to the wicket
To join a jolly game of cricket.
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Our captain's made a century;
But now he's bowled at last, you see!
Each Best in Turn.
\ .. I So merrily the rope goes round,
S\ o lightly trip the feet;
SWe little children always find
That skipping's quite a treat!
With racket and with tennis-ball
Such merry games we play,
And which of all the games is best
'Tis very hard to say.
But, as we like them all so much,
Quite happy may we rest
To know that, as it comes in turn,
Each pleasure is the best.
Constance M. Lowe.
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