Author: Jane Taylor

On the cheerful village green, Skirted round with houses small, All the boys and girls are seen, Playing there with […]

What is it that makes little Emily cry? Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye: There­ lay […]

In tears to her mother poor Harriet came, Let us listen to hear what she says: “O see, dear mamma, […]

“I do not like to go to bed,” Sleepy little Harry said; “Go, naughty Betty, go away, I will not […]

“Ah! don’t you remember, ’tis almost December, And soon will the holidays come; Oh, ’twill be so funny, I’ve plenty […]

“Oh, look at that great ugly spider!” said Ann; And screaming, she brush’d it away with her fan; “‘Tis a […]

Little sister, come away, And let us in the garden play, For it is a pleasant day. On the grass-plat […]

My father and mother are dead, Nor friend, nor relation I know; And now the cold earth is their bed, […]

“I think I want some pies this morning,” Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning; So down he threw his slate […]

Old John had an apple-tree, healthy and green, Which bore the best codlins that ever were seen, So juicy, so […]