Marigold Garden
Kate Greenaway




Kate Greenaway

Marigold Garden





SUSAN BLUE


		Oh, Susan Blue,
		How do you do?
		Please may I go for a walk with you?
		Where shall we go?
		Oh, I know—
		Down in the meadow where the cowslips grow!




BLUE SHOES


		Little Blue Shoes
		Mustn't go
		Very far alone, you know
		Else she'll fall down,
		Or, lose her way;
		Fancy—what
		Would mamma say?
		Better put her little hand
		Under sister's wise command.
		When she's a little older grown
		Blue Shoes may go quite alone.




STREET SHOW


		Puff, puff, puff. How the trumpets blow
		All you little boys and girls come and see the show.
		One—two—three, the Cat runs up the tree;
		But the little Bird he flies away—
		"She hasn't got me!"




TO THE SUN DOOR


		They saw it rise in the morning,
		They saw it set at night,
		And they longed to go and see it,
		Ah! if they only might.

		The little soft white clouds heard them,
		And stepped from out of the blue;
		And each laid a little child softly
		Upon its bosom of dew.

		And they carried them higher and higher,
		And they nothing knew any more
		Until they were standing waiting
		In front of the round gold door.

		And they knocked, and called, and entreated,
		Whoever should be within;
		But all to no purpose, for no one
		Would hearken to let them in.




THE DAISIES


		You very fine Miss Molly,
		What will the daisies say,
		If you carry home so many
		Of their little friends to-day?

		Perhaps you take a sister,
		Perhaps you take a brother,
		Or two little daisies who
		Were fond of one another.




THE DANCING FAMILY


		Pray let me introduce you to
		This little dancing family;
		For morning, afternoon, and night
		They danced away so happily.

		They twirled round about,
		They turned their toes out;
		The people wondered what the noise
		Could all be about.

		They danced from early morning,
		Till very late at night;
		Both in-doors and out-of-doors,
		With very great delight.

		And every sort of dance they knew,
		From every country far away;
		And so it was no wonder that
		They should keep dancing all the day.

		So dancing—dancing—dancing,
		In sunshine or in rain;
		And when they all left off,
		Why then—they all began again.




GOING TO SEE GRANDMAMMA


		Little Molly and Damon
		Are walking so far,
		For they're going to see
		Their kind Grandmamma.

		And they very well know,
		When they get there she'll take
		From out of her cupboard
		Some very nice cake.

		And into her garden
		They know they may run,
		And pick some red currants,
		And have lots of fun.

		So Damon to doggie
		Says, "How do you do?"
		And asks his mamma
		If he may not go too.




WISHES


		Oh, if you were a little boy,
		And I was a little girl—
		Why you would have some whiskers grow
		And then my hair would curl.

		Ah! if I could have whiskers grow,
		I'd let you have my curls;
		But what's the use of wishing it—
		Boys never can be girls.




FIRST ARRIVALS


		It is a Party, do you know,
		And there they sit, all in a row,
		Waiting till the others come,
		To begin to have some fun.

		Hark! the bell rings sharp and clear,
		Other little friends appear;
		And no longer all alone
		They begin to feel at home.

		To them a little hard is Fate,
		Yet better early than too late;
		Fancy getting there forlorn,
		With the tea and cake all gone.

		Wonder what they'll have for tea;
		Hope the jam is strawberry.
		Wonder what the dance and game;
		Feel so very glad they came.

		Very Happy may you be,
		May you much enjoy your tea.




WHEN WE WENT OUT WITH GRANDMAMMA


		When we went out with Grandmamma—
		Mamma said for a treat—
		Oh, dear, how stiff we had to walk
		As we went down the street.

		One on each side we had to go,
		And never laugh or loll;
		I carried Prim, her Spaniard dog,
		And Tom—her parasol.

		If I looked right—if Tom looked left—
		"Tom—Susan—I'm ashamed;
		And little Prim, I'm sure, is shocked,
		To hear such naughties named."

		She said we had no manners,
		If we ever talked or sung;
		"You should have seen," said Grandmamma,
		"Me walk, when I was young."

		She told us—oh, so often—
		How little girls and boys,
		In the good days when she was young,
		Never made any noise.

		She said they never wished then
		To play—oh, indeed!
		They learnt to sew and needlework,
		Or else to write and read.

		She said her mother never let
		Her speak a word at meals;
		"But now," said Grandmamma, "you'd think
		That children's tongues had wheels

		"So fast they go—clack, clack, clack, clack;
		Now listen well, I pray,
		And let me see you both improve
		From what I've said to-day."




TO MYSTERY LAND


		Oh, dear, how will it end?
		Peggy and Susie how naughty you are.
		You little know where you are,
		Going so far, and so high,
		Nearly up to the sky.
		Perhaps it's a Giant who lives there,
		And perhaps it's a lovely Princess.
		But you very well know
		You've no business to go;
		You'll get yourselves into a mess.
		Oh, dear, I'm sure it is true;
		Whatever on earth can it matter to you?
		For you know it—oh, fie—
		That it's naughty to pry
		Into other's affairs—
		Into other folks houses to go,
		Where you know
		You're not asked.
		So you'd better come back
		While there's time, it is plain.
		Go home—and be never
		So naughty again.




FROM MARKET


		Oh who'll give us Posies,
		And Garlands of Roses,
		To twine round our heads so gay?
		For here we come bringing




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