(O little white feet of mine) Out in the storm and the rain you… (Red, red shoes the colour of wine… Can the children hear my cry? (O little white feet of mine)
To the little, pitiful God I make… The God with the long grey beard And flowing robe fastened with a h… Who sits nodding and muttering on… of Heaven.
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,
After all the rain, the sun Shines on hill and grassy mead; Fly into the garden, child, You are very glad indeed. For the days have been so dull,
But then there comes that moment r… When, for no cause that I can fin… The little voices of the air Sound above all the sea and wind. The sea and wind do then obey
There is a solemn wind to-night That sings of solemn rain; The trees that have been quiet so… Flutter and start again. The slender trees, the heavy trees…
Our quarrel seemed a giant thing, It made the room feel mean and sma… The books, the lamp, the furniture… The very pictures on the wall— Crowded upon us as we sat
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,
Half-Past-Six and I were talking In a very grown-up way; We had got so tired with running That we did not want to play. “How do babies come, I wonder,”
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,
The fields are snowbound no longer… There are little blue lakes and fl… The snow has been caught up into t… So many white clouds—and the blue… Now the sun walks in the forest,
White, white in the milky night The moon danced over a tree. “Wouldn’t it be lovely to swim in… Someone whispered to me. “Oh, do-do-do!” cooed someone else…
Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, what i… Why are you shaking so? Why do y… Because it is just a white baby yo… And it’s the black ones you like,… Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, you’re…
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;
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