Poems by Walter Crane

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A, B, C, die Katze lief im Schnee,
There was a man lived in the moon, lived in the moon,
A carrion crow sat on an oak,
"Baa! Baa! Black sheep, have you any wool?"
Billy Pringle had a little pig,
Twin children: the Girl, she was plain;
From Deutschland I come with my light wares all laden,
Over the water, and over the lea,
In the race of the flowers that's run due,
Dance a baby diddy!
Hickory, dickory dock!
Ding dong bell!
Doctor Faustus was a good man,
En passant dans un p'tit bois,
A Boy heedless slept by the well
Her neck did she CRANE,
Ich ging im Walde,
When the God saw the Waggoner kneel,
Hey diddle diddle! the cat and the fiddle,
When the Horse first took Man on his back,
When to warm his cold fingers man blew,
Hot Cross Buns!
Hush-a-by baby on the tree-top,
I had a little nut-tree, nothing would it bear
Jack and Jill went up the hill
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
The Frogs prayed to Jove for a king:
Il était un' bergère,
Il était un petit homm',
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,
London Bridge is broken down,
Now we dance looby, looby, looby,
Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
See-saw, Margery Daw
Against Cat sat a Council of Mice.
How does my lady's garden grow?
A Beast he would be, or a bird,
Old Mother Hubbard
Oranges and lemons, says the bells of St. Clemen's;
Polly, put the kettle on,
Going shares with the Snakes, Porcupine
"Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?"
Pussy-cat high, Pussy-cat low,
When Summer on the earth was queen
Es regnet auf der Brücke, und ich werd' nass.
Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf,
Sing a song of sixpence,
Upon Paul's steeple stands a tree
Sur le pont d'Avignon,
A for the APPLE
"Get up! let us flee from the Foe,"
Crafty Lion,--perhaps with the gout,
"How Master that little Dog pets!"
"What pranks I shall play!" thought the Ass,
"Their honey I'll have when I please;
A poor half-blind Doe her one eye
In the house, in the market, the streets,
To his sons, who fell out, father spake:
The Fox said "I can play, when it fits,
"Might his Cat be a woman," he said:
A rooster, while scratching for grain,
The Ass gave a horrible bray,
How the cunning old Crow got his drink
From the hounds the swift Deer sped away,
His image the Dog did not know,
A Cow sought a mouthful of hay;
The Eagle flew off with a lamb;
"Dig deeply, my Sons! through this field!
The Fir-tree looked down on the Bramble.
Prayed the Fish, as the Fisherman took
Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee,
I had four brothers over the sea,
You have heard how Sir Fox treated Crane:
Said sly Fox to the Crow with the cheese,
This Fox has a longing for grapes,
The first time the Fox had a sight
A Fox with his foot on a Mask,
Being plagued with Mosquitoes one day,
Said Fox, minus tail in a trap,
A Bull Frog, according to rule,
Said the Frog, quite puffed up to the eyes,
The Geese joined the Cranes in some wheat;
A golden Egg, one every day,
'Twas a race between Tortoise and Hare,
Timid Hares, from the trumpeting wind,
A Hart by the hunters pursued,
The Hen roosted high on her perch;
A Kid vowed to Jove, so might he
Overladen the Ass was. The Horse
Two Maids killed the Rooster whose warning
On a Statue--king Lion dethroned,
Though the Lion in love let them draw
Once there lived a little man,
There was a little woman, as I've heard say,
In pity he brought the poor Snake
Through the town this good Man & his Son
So the Mouse had Miss Lion for bride;
He buried his Gold in a hole.
A poor thing the Mouse was, and yet,
Here we go round the mulberry bush,
The north wind doth blow
Giant Oak, in his strength & his scorn
In an old world garden dreaming,
One misty, moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather,
There was an old woman and what do you think?
There was an old woman tossed up in a blanket,
The Peacock considered it wrong
O all you little blackey tops,
A Snake, in a fix, tried a File
Safe enough lay the poor hunted Deer
Some time ago, ere we were born or thought of,
There were three little kittens
The Trees ask of Man what he lacks;
A Trumpeter, prisoner made,
"So awkward, so shambling a gait!"
"Never fear!" said The Brass to the Clay
To the Wolf, from whose throat Dr Crane
"Fine feathers," Jack thought, "make fine fowls;
The Wind and the Sun had a bet,
A wolf, wanting lamb for his dinner,
Three blind mice,
Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Warm hands, warm, thy men are gone to plough;
There was a jolly miller once
Zwischen Berg und tiefen, tiefen Thal,