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A Session With Uncle Sidney: IV. And Makes Nursery Rhymes

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Title:     A Session With Uncle Sidney: IV. And Makes Nursery Rhymes
Author: James Whitcomb Riley [More Titles by Riley]

1

THE DINERS IN THE KITCHEN

Our dog Fred
Et the bread.

Our dog Dash
Et the hash.

Our dog Pete
Et the meat.

Our dog Davy
Et the gravy.

Our dog Toffy
Et the coffee.

Our dog Jake
Et the cake.

Our dog Trip
Et the dip.

And--the worst,
From the first,--

Our dog Fido
Et the pie-dough.


2

THE IMPERIOUS ANGLER


Miss Medairy Dory-Ann
Cast her line and caught a man,

But when he looked so pleased, alack!
She unhooked and plunked him back.--
"I never like to catch what I can,"
Said Miss Medairy Dory-Ann.


3

THE GATHERING OF THE CLANS


[_Voice from behind high board-fence_.]

"Where's the crowd that dares to go
Where I dare to lead?--you know!"

"Well, here's _one_!"
Shouts Ezry Dunn.

"Count me _two_!"
Yells Cootsy Drew.

"Here's yer _three_!"
Sings Babe Magee.

"Score me _four_!"
Roars Leech-hole Moore.

"Tally--_five_!"
Howls Jamesy Clive.

"I make _six_!"
Chirps Herbert Dix.

"Punctchul!--_seven_!"
Pipes Runt Replevin.

"Mark me _eight_!"
Grunts Mealbag Nate.

"I'm yet _nine_!"
Growls "Lud'rick" Stein.

"Hi! here's _ten_!"
Whoops Catfish Ben.

"And now we march, in daring line,
For the banks of Brandywine!"

4

"IT"

A wee little worm in a hickory-nut
Sang, happy as he could be,--

"O I live in the heart of the whole round world,
And it all belongs to me!"


5

THE DARING PRINCE


A daring prince, of the realm Rangg Dhune,
Once went up in a big balloon

That caught and stuck on the horns of the moon,
And he hung up there till next day noon--
When all at once he exclaimed, "Hoot-toot!"
And then came down in his parachute.


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James Whitcomb Riley's poem: Session With Uncle Sidney: Iv. And Makes Nursery Rhymes

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