Little Songs

Fiddledee diddledee dido,
The dog ran off to hide, O;
He'll bark and squeak,
But never speak--
There's no use in asking Fido.

THE STARS AND THE BABIES.

When the stars go to sleep,
The babies awake,
And they prattle and sparkle all day;
Then the stars light their lamps,
And their playtime they take,
While the babies are sleeping away.

So good night, little baby,
And shut up your eyes;
Let the stars now have their turn at play;
They soon will begin
To shoot through the skies,
And dance in the bright milky way.

No, no, my dear nurse,
I cannot go to sleep;
Since you've put the thought into my head,
Let us have with the stars
One game at bo-peep;
Then good night, and a kiss, and to bed.

KITTY IN THE BASKET.

"Where is my little basket gone?"
Said Charlie boy one day;