The further the little girl leaped… The further she longed to be; The white, white fields of jonquil… Danced up as high as her knee And flashed and sparkled before he…

Hinemoa, Tui, Maina, All of them were born together; They are quite an extra special Set of babies—wax and leather. Every day they took an airing;

Now folds the Tree of Day its per… And every bloom becomes a bud agai… Shut and sealed up against the gol… Of bees that hover in the velvet h… Now a strain

Now’s the time when children’s nos… All become as red as roses And the colour of their faces Makes me think of orchard places Where the juicy apples grow,

Little Star, little Star, Come down quick. The Moon is a bogey-man; He’ll eat you certain if he can. Little Star, little Star,

There was a man lived quite near u… He had a wooden leg and a goldfinc… His name was Farkey Anderson, And he’d been in a war to get his… We were very sad about him,

Come, let us all sing very high And all sing very loud And keep on singing in the street Until there’s quite a crowd; And keep on singing in the house

The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toeca… Walked out into the street And splashed in all the pubbles ti… She had such shocking feet The Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child

valley of waving broom, O lovely, lovely light, O hear of the world, red-gold! Breast high in the blossom I stan… It beats about me like waves

Sing a song of men’s pyjamas, Half-past-six has got a pair, And he’s wearing them this evening… And he’s looking such a dear. Sing a song of frocks with pockets

Now I am a plant, a weed, Bending and swinging On a rocky ledge; And now I am a long brown grass Fluttering like flame;

In the profoundest ocean There is a rainbow shell, It is always there, shining most s… Under the greatest storm waves That the old Greek called “ripple…

By my bed, on a little round table The Grandmother placed a candle. She gave me three kisses telling m… dreams And tucked me in just where I lov…

The pillar box is fat and red, The pillar box is high; It has the flattest sort of head And not a nose or eye, But just one open nigger mouth

Out in the garden, Out in the windy, swinging dark, Under the trees and over the flowe… Over the grass and under the hedge… Someone is sweeping, sweeping,